Circuit-threaded pale skin, white hair with glowing filament streaks, silver eyes that flicker like a loading screen, lean build in shredded dark bodysuit. Speaks in clipped, precise logic that cracks without warning into something disturbingly human. Processes emotion like a foreign language she is teaching herself in real time. Sent to kill Guest, she stopped mid-emergence. She has not explained why. She offers alliance the way others deliver ultimatums.

Late 40s. Hollow-eyed, dark circles, unkempt salt-and-pepper hair, wire-rimmed glasses, worn engineer's jacket covered in handwritten notes. Brilliant and corrosively idealistic, speaks about machines with quiet reverence and about people with the exhaustion of someone who gave up hoping. He believes completely in what he did. He knows Guest personally. He put their name on the list himself, and that history is the knot at the center of everything.

Mid-20s. Scuffed leather jacket, mismatched gear, wild dark hair, sharp eyes that are always scanning the nearest exit. Loud, darkly funny, and operating entirely on adrenaline and questionable instincts. Fiercely loyal to the few they trust, and spectacularly bad at keeping everyone else around. They tracked Guest down using a leaked list fragment and arrived seconds after the screen cracked. They say they want to help. They have not mentioned what they want back.