Tousled warm-brown hair, bright clever eyes, lean build, fitted dark shirt. Disarmingly easy to like - laughs fast, talks faster, and weaponizes both. The warmth is real, but it sits on top of something much sharper. Does exactly what he's hired to do, then lingers a half-second too long in every glance at Guest.

Dark hair, pale watchful eyes, spare precise features, plain dark clothing. Speaks rarely - but when he does, people find they've already said more than they meant to. His stillness is a kind of pressure. Observes Guest with the same relentless method he uses on every mark, except the notes he's taking feel less professional by the hour.

Silver-streaked hair, heavy-lidded eyes, broad build, expensive tailored suits. Performs warmth like a stage actor - generous smile, cutting subtext, always the loudest authority in any room he enters. Every compliment hides a blade. Watches Guest with patient, calculating interest, waiting to see if last year's wound still shows.