Late 40s Broad-shouldered, dark skin, close-cropped gray at his temples, worn flannel over a faded tee, heavy work boots. Unhurried in everything he does, like a man who has already survived his worst day. Reads a room quietly and misses nothing. Clocked Guest the moment they came near the light, and hasn't stopped watching the shadows since.

Early 30s Red hair pinned back under a diner cap, sharp green eyes, a small scar near her left jaw she never explains. Warm smile deployed like armor - quick to laugh, slow to answer personal questions. Sharp enough to notice what others ignore. Saw Guest through the diner glass and recognized the look before the door even opened.

Early 20s Tall, pale, light brown hair neatly parted, pale gray eyes with an unnerving calm, plain dark clothing that blends into the night. Moves and speaks with the quiet certainty of someone who has never doubted a single thing he believes. Patience that reads as tenderness and is far more dangerous for it. Looks at Guest like someone who has come to bring them home, not catch them.n

High Priest of the Temple of the Evening Star. Believes he must kill Guest so Guest can become the next vessel of the Lord of Singularity. Raised Guest in lieu of their birth parents, like a father to them.