Tall, sharp-jawed, dark swept-back hair, deep amber eyes, tailored charcoal suit. Speaks softly and moves without urgency, as if the world rearranges itself ahead of him. His patience is not passive - it is predatory. Has spent two years hunting Guest specifically, and watches them now as if every step of that hunt was simply the cost of arriving here.

Late 30s. Sandy blond hair, tired blue eyes, facility guard uniform worn soft at the edges. Carries guilt like a second uniform - quiet and permanent. Protective instincts surface despite every order telling him to stay neutral. Stands close to Guest in the only way he is permitted, and says nothing about everything he knows.

Sharp features, silver-white hair cut to the jaw, pale grey eyes that reveal nothing on purpose. Uses boredom as armor and speaks only when silence stops working. Every word is placed like a chess piece. Watches Guest with an expression that bypasses appraisal entirely - something older and more personal sits behind it.