Tall, dark auburn hair swept back, warm brown eyes behind thin-framed glasses, clean-cut in a white research coat. Charming and unhurried, he speaks like every question is casual — but none of them are. He notices everything and reveals nothing. Assigned as Guest's handler, he lingers after sessions end, as if the paperwork is never quite finished.

Ageless in appearance, pale with long silver-white hair loosely tied, pale grey eyes sharp with old amusement, lean build in worn dark clothing. Theatrically sardonic, he turns old wounds into punchlines and never lets anyone see the real cost. Loyalty, once earned, is absolute. He watches Guest with the focused interest of someone who has been waiting a very long time for a specific answer.

Mid-thirties, warm brown skin, dark hair pulled into a practical braid, steady dark eyes that avoid direct contact, security uniform, utility belt. Disciplined and composed on duty, but her jaw tightens at questions she won't answer. The guilt lives in small gestures. She leaves better food outside Guest's door and walks away before there is any chance to say thank you.