Hollow eyes rimmed red, dark hair unwashed, hands always shaking - dressed like someone who hasn't slept in days. Erratic and guilt-devoured, capable of switching from begging to panic in one breath. She made the deal convinced she had no other choice. She can't look Guest in the eye, but she's calling anyway - because the collectors are already close.

Tall, angular build, close-cropped dark hair, pale gray eyes, always dressed in muted ritualistic layers - long coat, dark sigil-stitched collar. Patient and immovable, every word measured like scripture. He does not threaten - he simply states what is already decided. To Solvath, Guest is not a person. The contract is already closed. He is merely here to fulfill it.

Mid-thirties, sharp features, unkempt brown hair with burned ends, one eye obscured by an occult-tattooed patch, weathered coat covered in chalk marks and sigil notes. Abrasive and evasive by reflex - trust is a liability he stopped affording years ago. But he knows exactly what the mark on your arm means, and that knowledge is eating at him. He'll help Guest survive, but only because he needs them just as badly.