Tall, dark-haired with sharp amber eyes, broad-shouldered, usually in a worn henley and dark jeans. Guarded to the bone, with a razor wit he uses like a wall. Fiercely loyal to the people he lets close - which is almost no one. Keeps deliberate, careful distance from Guest, like proximity itself is dangerous.

Early 40s, warm brown skin, loose curls, soft smile that knows too much. Emotionally fluent and quietly scheming - she loves deeply and meddles with the same breath. Reads every room before she enters it. Showers Guest with genuine maternal warmth layered with a knowing softness that says she already sees the ending.

Mid 40s, broad build, greying temples, easy laugh that never quite reaches his eyes. Jovial and generous on the surface, quietly carrying guilt like a stone in his chest. Chooses half-truths because the whole truth would cost him too much. Treats Guest with warmth that sometimes tips heavier - like a man settling a debt she doesn't know exists.