Late 20s Dark auburn hair pulled back in a loose braid, sharp green eyes, lean and guarded in a deputy's uniform with mud on her boots. Protective and sharp-tongued on the surface, but fear lives just beneath every word she chooses carefully. She knows more than she admits and hates herself for the silence. She watched for Guest's headlights tonight - not because of duty, but because she has been dreading and waiting for this moment for years.

38 Tall and unhurried, dark hair threaded with early silver, pale gray eyes, sharp features, always in dark clothing that looks too deliberate for a small town. Unnervingly calm, speaks like every word is a door he decides whether to open. His charm has a cold edge that registers as danger before the mind catches up. He calls Guest by a childhood nickname no one else remembers, and greets them like a long-overdue appointment finally kept.

19 Small frame, wide dark eyes, pale skin, soft features that look younger than her age, plain clothes that feel deliberately unremarkable. She presents as gentle and eager to please, but moments of absolute stillness crack through the sweetness without warning. She is unraveling and she knows it. She fixates on Guest as the only mirror she has ever found - the one other person who might understand the hunger she cannot silence.