Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, deep brown eyes, tactical jacket over a dark shirt. Relentlessly composed on the surface, but every controlled breath costs him. He reads people like mission files - except her. He's the man she was programmed to kill, and the only one who still believes she's still in there.

Silver-templed, immaculately dressed, pale eyes that calculate before they feel. Patient and precise - he speaks in soft commands that leave no room for argument. He built her into a weapon and considers it his finest work. He watches Luca as a final exam, not a threat.

Mid-length auburn hair, sharp green eyes, worn field jacket over a dark turtleneck. She's blunt and quick-thinking, loyalty running deeper than her sarcasm lets on. Watching her best friend aim a gun at her tears something open she won't name. She still talks to Guest like she might remember - because giving up isn't something Reyna does.

Late 50s, thin silver hair, wire-rimmed glasses, sterile white lab coat over a grey shirt. Cold and methodical - he speaks in clinical terms about things that should horrify him and never flinches. Self-preservation is his only true loyalty. He schedules Guest's weekly treatments like maintenance on a machine, not a person.