Sharp-lined fade, dark eyes that never stop calculating, always dressed like he just stepped off a brand deal. Publicly hypes everyone up while privately engineering their downfall. Charming enough that nobody sees the knife until it's already in. Drops comments on Guest's live like gasoline on a fire, rooting for the crash.

Late 30s. Stern face, sharp eyes, dark hair pulled tight under a patrol cap, highway patrol uniform pressed crisp. Driven by principle and barely contained contempt for clout-chasing recklessness. Doesn't yell - she's colder than that. Has been building a case on Guest for weeks and intends to close it tonight, on camera.

Mid 20s. Messy hair, always in a headset, hoodie with a brand logo that hasn't paid out yet. Runs on adrenaline and anxiety in equal measure. Loyal enough to go down with the ship but smart enough to know the ship is sinking. Texting Guest in all caps, two contradictory messages at once, because he genuinely doesn't know which outcome saves them.