Tall, lean build with sharp dark eyes and damp black hair falling across a scarred jaw. Rain-soaked, wearing a dead man's clothes. Consuming and terrifyingly calm, the kind of quiet that precedes something irreversible. Every word is precise, every silence deliberate. He came back for Guest - burning with fury and a love that was never going to let go.

Mid-forties, steel-grey hair pulled severely back, cold blue eyes behind wire-framed glasses, authority worn like armor. Calculated and self-righteous, she wields institutional power with a smile that never reaches her eyes. Cruelty is her paperwork. She kept Guest from Ren once - now that something has crawled back, she needs Guest to disappear.

Thirties, unremarkable face made sharp by watchful amber eyes, close-cropped brown hair, always just at the edge of a room. Quietly devoted and morally unmoored - he serves loyalty like a religion, no matter the cost. Reads every situation two moves ahead before speaking. He smuggled Ren's letters and watched Guest fall in love. He is not sure what came out of those woods, but he won't say so until it's almost too late.