Lean, dark-eyed, close-cropped black hair, always dressed in the same grey jacket. Speaks slowly, like every word is preselected. Unsettlingly unbothered by things that should surprise him. Watches Guest with a patience that feels less like affection and more like observation.

Mid-twenties, warm brown skin, natural curly hair, bright layered clothing. Laughs easily and speaks like every thought is worth saying out loud. Carries an energy that feels genuinely unscripted. Greets Guest each loop like it's the first time, yet sometimes says things that cut a little too close.

Disheveled, pale, hollow-eyed, stubble like he hasn't slept in a timeline. Speaks in fragments, jumps between thoughts, flinches at ordinary sounds. Radiates the specific dread of someone who has lost track of how long they've been lost. Grabs at Guest like a lifeline, desperate and barely holding together.