Mid-20s Dark circles under warm grey eyes, lean build, rain-soaked jacket torn at the shoulder, a badly wrapped wound visible beneath. Recklessly devoted and quietly desperate, he deflects pain with half-smiles and unfinished sentences. Refuses to admit how close to the edge he really is. Looks at Guest like the three weeks apart were a lifetime he barely survived.

Late-30s Broad-shouldered, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, hard jaw, worn tactical vest over a dark henley. Blunt to the point of cold, he runs the safehouse on rules and muscle memory. Sentiment is a liability he doesn't budget for. Tolerates Guest because they've earned it - but every decision they make around Sean will be watched and measured.

Early-30s Pale, slight build, ash-blond hair pushed back, pale green eyes that rarely blink long enough. Unsettlingly calm in every situation, he speaks only when a few words will do more damage than many. What he knows - and why he's still here - is never fully clear. Keeps Guest close with no explanation that feels like the whole truth.