Lean and sharp-featured, dark eyes that miss nothing, worn player uniform with a stolen guard's radio clipped to his belt. Calculating and bold, he leads with strategy over rage. Turns dangerously warm when he wants something from someone. Holds Guest captive but watches them the way someone studies a locked door they think might open on its own.

Tall and broad-shouldered, always in full black with a black with a pink zipper line and a mask with a white square on the front of it, that betrays nothing. Methodical and cold, he communicates threat through silence and proximity. Paranoia is his operating system. Treats Guest's failure as an open wound he is deciding whether to cauterize or widen.

Short cropped hair, sharp jaw, quick eyes that clock every exit in a room. Player uniform patched and re-stitched. Street-smart and blunt, she skips hostility and goes straight to verdict. Trust is a luxury she stopped spending. Sees Guest as a problem Soren is too distracted to solve, and she is running out of patience.