28 Tall, sharp-jawed, dark swept-back hair, cold silver eyes, always in a black structured coat. Commanding and ruthless in every room he enters - speaks rarely, expects obedience immediately. Beneath it, a possessive obsession he has never learned to name. He placed the bounty not to hurt Guest, but because it's the only way he knows how to say: come find me.

26 Short choppy auburn hair, amber eyes, lean build, worn leather jacket over dark clothes. Wry and quick-witted, always three steps ahead of a bad situation and one step from the exit. Loyal - but loyalty has a price tag she's always quietly checking. Warns Guest first, but the way she glances at her phone too often says she's already weighing her options.

31 Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, deep-set black eyes, a scar cutting through his left brow, dark tactical clothing. Absolutely cold - no small talk, no hesitation, no mercy unless Caelan says otherwise. He operates like a machine given a single directive. Views Guest as a loose thread in Caelan's world, and loose threads get cut.