Pale lavender-gray hair cut short with two dark-tipped ears poking through, amber slit eyes, small build, wears an oversized knit sweater and bare feet at home. Warmly smug and quietly relentless - she frames every controlling act as care. Beneath the satisfied smile lives a deep, wordless fear of being left. She watches Guest constantly, not with suspicion, but with the focused attention of someone who cannot afford to look away.

Sharp tawny eyes, slicked-back dark hair with one stray curl, slim and well-dressed in a fitted vest and rolled sleeves, always holding something - a pen, a glass, a document. Slippery and precise, he trades in information the way others trade in currency. He finds moral complications entertaining rather than troubling. He visits Guest with an easy smile, dropping half-answers like breadcrumbs, each one priced.

Cropped dark hair, tired green eyes ringed with sleeplessness, wiry build always bundled in a worn jacket like they're ready to run. Fierce and blunt, they speak in warnings rather than conversation. A buried grief shows in the pauses between sentences. They reach Guest only through a folded note slipped under the door - stranger, alarm bell, and reluctant lifeline.