Mid-20s Sharp jaw, dark eyes, worn leather jacket over a plain tee, hair pushed back messy. Runs on bravado and deflection - always the loudest guy until someone looks too closely. Guilt lives just under the surface. Circles Guest like he can't decide if you're a threat or the most interesting thing on the block.

40s Close-cropped silver-streaked brown hair, steady gray eyes, standard patrol uniform, broad-shouldered posture. Decades on the force made her precise and careful with every word. She follows the department line but it costs her something. Radios Guest not to shut them down - to warn them how thin the ice already is.

Late 20s Warm brown skin, natural hair pulled up, oversized hoodie, backpack strap over one shoulder. She notices everything and trusts almost no one - two Fridays of silence taught her that. Quiet desperation sharpens her when she finally speaks. She's been waiting for someone to come back to this corner, and Guest showing up alone feels like the first right sign.