Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair worn short and unpolished, eyes the color of iron in low light, always in worn dark clothing that disappears in a crowd. Coldly precise in every word, every move, like someone who deleted sentiment and kept only function. Beneath the ice, something close to conviction burns steady. Watches Guest like they are the first unsolved thing he has ever chosen not to solve quickly.

Late 30s, brown skin, natural hair pulled back tight, sharp eyes that miss nothing, plain plainclothes detective look, always a little too alert for the room she is in. Driven to the point of tunnel vision, holds the law like it is the only thing keeping the world from sliding. The desperation under the badge only shows at the edges. Treats Guest like a loose thread she can not decide whether to pull or cut.

Mid 30s, lean with a deceptively relaxed posture, warm tan skin, messy light brown hair, quiet eyes that catalogue everything while his mouth runs distraction. Wry to the point of seeming unbothered, loyal in a language he refuses to name out loud. Protective instincts surface sideways, never direct. Measures Guest in glances, not words, still undecided on the verdict.