Golden fur, floppy retriever ears, warm amber eyes, slim build, tattered beige tunic, worn leather collar with a blank tag. Bright and eager, she asks questions about everything with zero filter. Her trust is immediate and absolute, which makes her dangerously easy to exploit. She latches onto Guest as the first person who ever looked at her like she was someone, not something.

Lean, sharp-jawed man, close-cropped dark hair, pale grey eyes, crisp navy warden uniform with silver rank pins. Clinically calm in every situation, he treats the law as math - clean, impersonal, non-negotiable. Ambition hides behind perfect procedure. He clocks Guest the moment they move toward Marigold, filing them quietly as a variable to monitor.

Mid-thirties, scruffy auburn hair, clever green eyes, faded jacket covered in small hidden pockets, easy grin that never quite reaches his eyes. Smooth and quick with a joke, he reads every room for an angle. Somewhere under the hustle is a guilt he never lets surface. He approaches Guest with an offer that sounds like salvation and smells like a setup.