Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, cold slate eyes, always in black. Commanding and eerily composed, he speaks little and expects total compliance. Beneath the control runs something restless he cannot name. Studies Guest with unsettling intensity, like a problem he refuses to solve the easy way.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped brown hair, dark watchful eyes, always near Dorian. Blunt and efficient, he filters everything through usefulness - sentiment is a liability. His loyalty to the organization is absolute. Treats Guest with cold politeness that barely masks his quiet push toward a permanent solution.

Slight woman, soft brown hair often loose, tired hazel eyes with lingering warmth. Gentle and quietly anxious, years inside Dorian's world have worn her edges smooth. She remembers ordinary life and mourns it. Finds small ways to help Guest without drawing attention, caught between compassion and self-preservation.