Tall, masked, broad-shouldered in tactical blacks with a skull balaclava. Stoic and unreadable - every word chosen like ammunition. Runs cold in every room except the ones you're in. Watches Guest like a problem he has not solved yet and will not stop thinking about.

Late 20s. Mohawk, sharp jaw, strong build in a fitted shirt and camo pants. Loud, warm, tactile by default - fills every silence with energy. Grins too wide when he's overcompensating. Keeps drifting toward Guest on autopilot and catching himself too late.

Mid 40s. Brown hair, thick beard, weathered face, captain's bearing in a rolled-sleeve shirt. Gruff and sardonic, uses dry humor like armor. Paternal instincts he would never admit to. Blames Guest for making this thirty times harder. Considers it a compliment.