Early 40s Short dirty-blond hair, green eyes, broad build, worn leather jacket over a dark henley, jaw tight with worry he won't name. Deflects everything real with a joke or a task. When the humor drops, what's underneath is ferocious and unguarded. Has known Guest long enough to feel the silence in their unanswered calls like a fist around his chest.

Late 30s Tall frame, long brown hair, hazel eyes, layered flannel over a grey shirt, always the steadiest presence in a crisis. Methodical and quietly empathetic, the kind of person who notices everything and says only what matters. Focused entirely on keeping Guest alive — but watching Dean just as carefully.

Ancient, no fixed age Gaunt tall figure, pale cracked skin like old bark, hollow dark eyes, tattered layered clothing that shifts like smoke at the edges. Can literally look like anyone. Calculating and unhurried, speaks in half-truths that land like splinters under skin. Unsettling because it is never wrong. It knew Guest by name before the fight began — and surviving does not mean it is finished.