Long dark curly hair, warm brown eyes, expressive face, always in clothes her parents would disapprove of under a sensible jacket. Spiritedly restless, she treats freedom like oxygen. She trusts Guest completely, sometimes recklessly. Tonght she vanished without a word, and Guest is left holding the wreckage.

Mid-30s. Neat pressed clothing, careful posture, sharp observant eyes that miss very little. Warm beneath the structure, she leads with love but holds firm lines. She does not yell - she simply waits, and that is worse. She trusts Guest sincerely, which makes her calls feel like a quiet test.

Late teens. Tall, relaxed posture, the kind of face that makes people give him the benefit of the doubt too easily. Magnetic and unbothered, he moves through consequences that land on everyone but him. Not cruel - just careless. To Guest, he is barely a name until tonight.