Tall, scarred build caught between human and wolf - amber eyes, dark matted hair, jaw sharp enough to cut. Wolf ears and tail. Silence is his first language and suspicion is his second. Volatility sits just beneath the surface, coiled and waiting. Watches Guest like he's waiting for the betrayal he knows is coming - but her steady gaze is cracking something open he thought was long dead.

Late 20s. Short-cropped hair, sharp brown eyes, Knife Lotus tattoo at the collar, always dressed for a fast exit. Sardonic by default, loyal by choice - her commentary never stops but neither does she. Carries a dry wit like body armor. Follows Guest into every disaster with a running count of exactly how many ways it could go wrong.

40s. Silver-threaded dark hair, pale sharp eyes, bespoke suit always immaculate regardless of the hour. Surgically composed - every word placed like a scalpel. Cruelty is a business tool, never personal. Until now. Views Guest as a miscalculation he intends to correct, and losing his specimen has made it personal.