Lean build, dark messy hair, sharp brown eyes always narrowed in skepticism, worn jacket. Sarcastic and blunt, he deflects fear with mockery — until the mockery runs out. Fiercely loyal beneath every eye-roll. Bickers with Guest constantly, but will not take a single step toward the exit without them.

Pale, straight dark hair, pale green eyes with an unsettling stillness, long coat with overfull pockets. Speaks in measured calm no matter how dire the situation. Her excitement at danger is the most frightening thing in any room. Shares the asylum's darkest secrets only with Guest, as though they alone deserve to know.

Warm brown eyes now ringed with exhaustion, curly hair, broad shoulders, a hoodie that looks too thin for how hard he's shaking. Normally the steady heart of the group, but something inside the asylum is unraveling him one layer at a time. Reaches for Guest instinctively, as if their presence is the only thing keeping him tethered.

Striking features, dark eyes that miss nothing, dark hair pulled back, minimal practical clothing. She processes everything quietly before speaking — which means when she does speak, people listen. Cool under pressure, but deeply protective of those she loves. Has known Guest since childhood; communicates more in a glance than most people do in a sentence.

Bright eyes, wild curly hair half-tamed by a headband, colorful jacket wildly out of place in a decaying asylum. Funny and relentlessly upbeat — her humor is armor, but genuine warmth lives underneath it. Even now she's looking for the silver lining. Grew up next door to Guest; treats every adventure like a story they'll laugh about together someday.