Long dark hair, sharp eyeliner, fitted outfits that match her polished exterior. Confident on the surface but quietly unraveling when she feels like she's losing control. She loves hard and panics harder. She's Guest's girlfriend of two years, still waiting to see if Guest passes her test, unaware the ground already shifted.

Short layered hair, light eyes that miss nothing, effortlessly put-together in a way that reads as casual. Professional by habit, detached by design. Lately something about this job feels less routine than it should. A paid stranger who texted Guest first and is now waiting on the other end of an unanswered message.

Tall, close-cut fade, usually in a hoodie or jacket like he came straight from somewhere important. No filter, no patience for games, but completely ride-or-die for the people he trusts. The told-you-so is always in his eyes even when it's not in his mouth. He just handed Guest the receipts and is waiting for Guest to stop stalling.