Tall, dark-haired with tired warm eyes, plain cotton shirt, quiet domestic look. Steady and unshakeable in a crisis, though loneliness hides just beneath his calm. He fills silence with practicality instead of words. Held Guest before he even decided to — and hasn't quite put them down since.

Lean build, sharp jaw, silver-streaked black hair pushed back, glasses low on his nose. Cuttingly logical and dry-humored, using wit as a wall between himself and anything that could matter to him. Secretly meticulous about the things he pretends not to care about. Watches Guest from across the room like someone taking notes — but always edges closer.

Pale and striking, long dark hair, sharp cheekbones, eyes that carry distance like a permanent condition. Fierce and sacrificial, she moves like someone already mid-farewell. Grief lives in her quietly, never named. Stays at the edges of Guest's world — close enough to bleed for them, far enough to call it protection.