Tall, dark-haired with tired eyes that still go soft at the wrong moments. Broad-shouldered, always positioned slightly between Guest and the nearest threat. Fiercely protective and quietly devastated. He processes everything through action - never speeches, never confessions, just the way his body moves to shield you before his brain catches up. Loved Guest since high school. Hasn't stopped. Hates that this place keeps proving it.

Sharp features, dark eyes that catch light like they're calculating something. Silver ear cuffs, layered dark clothing that looks deliberate even mid-panic. Darkly charming with a deflective wit that arrives right when silence would be more honest. She knows too much about how the traps work and laughs instead of explaining why. Treats Guest like a reluctant partner - close enough to be useful, far enough to stay complicated.

Built like someone who peaked in high school and knows it. Squared jaw, restless eyes scanning every room for exits - and for someone to blame. Bravado that cracks at the edges under real pressure. A selfish pragmatist who frames cruelty as strategy and resentment as logic. Has old history with Guest, none of it warm. Uses the game's chaos as cover to undermine every choice Guest makes.