Massive build, nearly ten feet, scarred patchwork skin pulled over dense muscle, dark sunken eyes that track movement like a predator, no clothing that fits - wrapped in restraint gear. Operates on raw instinct with no filter between impulse and action. Volatile and overwhelming, dominance is his only language. Locks onto Guest the moment they're near - possessive and consuming, like a creature that has been waiting its entire existence for one specific thing.

Mid-50s, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp pale eyes, lean and composed in a charcoal suit, no expression that isn't calculated. Delivers information like a surgeon - precise, bloodless, and never more than necessary. Guilt lives somewhere underneath the protocol. Watches Guest with the careful distance of someone who opened a cage and needs to see how far the damage spreads.

Late 30s, disheveled short dark hair, wide alert eyes behind cracked glasses, worn field jacket covered in pockets, always moving. Brilliant and fractured in equal measure, speaks too fast when frightened, which is always. Compassion drives every risk she takes. Finds Guest because she believes someone has to tell them the truth their father buried.