Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, steady grey eyes that rarely give anything away, worn leather jacket. Magnetic and composed on the surface, but guilt runs deep underneath. He justifies hard choices until he can't. Stands at your door unable to hide the relief that you're alive - or the knowledge that he has to explain why it almost went differently.

Appears as a pale, still figure, colorless eyes, hair that drifts without wind, dressed in something that looks almost right. Unnerving in its calm - it does not threaten, it observes. It speaks in fragments that feel like memories. It did not follow Guest to harm them. It followed them because it recognizes something Guest carries - something unresolved.

Mid-thirties, close-cropped natural hair, dark watchful eyes, practical clothes built for moving fast. Blunt to the point of brutality, with a protectiveness she frames as professionalism. She has seen what Stellan's methods cost people. Arrives already angry, looks at Guest like someone assessing damage - and deciding who is responsible for it.