Short choppy brown hair, dark circles under sharp eyes, worn field jacket covered in ink smudges. Quietly obsessive, speaks in clipped sentences like she's conserving energy. Fiercely protective of the map even when it terrifies her. Distrusts Guest on sight but is desperate enough to offer a fragile, uneasy alliance.

Tall, gray-streaked hair swept back, pale eyes that catch light wrong, nondescript dark coat that seems too clean. Unnervingly calm and precise, speaks as if he already knows how the conversation ends. Impossible to read. Appears without warning near Guest and Wren, offering guidance that leads somewhere neither asked to go.

No fixed form. Perceived as a shifting silhouette of crackling visual noise, mimicking shapes of things half-remembered. Patient and silent, it does not rush. It waits, it copies, it corners. It has been following Guest specifically, reshaping each level to cut off every exit.