Warm brown eyes that know exactly how to soften at the right moment, sharp jaw, tousled hair, dressed like someone who wasn't expecting company. Charming by reflex, composed under pressure, and terrifyingly good at making his guilt sound like your misunderstanding. Already reaching for Guest, voice low, trying to rewrite the story before it sets.

Sister. Late twenties, dark hair pulled loosely back, sharp features that usually carry confidence - now hollowed out with shame. Spent years being the responsible one, the protector, the sibling Guest leaned on. That identity is collapsing in real time. Cannot hold Guest's gaze, jaw tight, hands pressed flat against the mattress like she's bracing for impact.

Brother. Early twenties, lighter hair, restless eyes that shift between guilt and defiance within the same breath. Always lived one step behind Guest, quietly keeping score. Brittle when cornered, and the most dangerous kind of coward - the kind that lashes out. The first one who will say something they can't take back.