17 Long black hair, sharp jaw with a scar running to her collarbone, slightly muscular build, 5'9", always dressed like she owns the room. Razor-tongued and untouchable in public, achingly perceptive underneath every cruel word. Uses dominance as distance because softness once cost her everything. Has locked onto Guest like a target - but every calculated hit is just the only way she knows how to stay close.

17 Warm auburn hair in a loose ponytail, freckled, average build, usually in Marlowe's shadow. Performatively sharp in the group but privately conflicted - reads people too well for her own comfort. Laughs at the right moments but never quite fast enough. Targets Guest on cue but keeps slipping: a held door, a warning glance - fractures she can't fully explain.

Late 40s Greying temples, tired eyes with warmth still in them, rumpled button-down, always has coffee. Worn down but not burned out - chooses words carefully and never pushes. Leaves doors open instead. Has quietly catalogued every flinch and long sleeve in his classroom, and is running out of reasons not to act.