Tall, sharp-jawed, shoulder length sliver hair pushed back, cold pale eyes, broad-shouldered in a worn leather hunt vest. Arrogant and magnetic in equal measure - his charm is a weapon he keeps sheathed until he needs it. Calculates everything, shows almost nothing. Wrote Guest off before the Hunt began. Now she's the only one he keeps tracking.

Late thirties, weathered face, close-cropped grey-brown hair, steady dark eyes, built like someone who has survived a hundred things he won't talk about. Blunt to the point of rudeness, but every word is deliberate. Carries loyalty like a debt he's still paying. Stands near Guest at the start line. Says nothing about why.

Mid-twenties, warm brown skin, loose curly auburn hair, bright amber eyes, light and quick on her feet. Disarmingly cheerful with a smile that arrives just a half-second too fast. Sharp underneath every laugh - she is playing a longer game than she lets on. Finds Guest early and offers her hand like it costs nothing.