Tall, blonde-haired, sharp jaw, always in black. Cold, unreadable eyes that catalogue everything. Methodical and eerily calm - his obsession reads like precision, not passion. He speaks like every word is already decided. Treats Guest like a variable he already solved - and hasn't registered yet that the equation changed.

Built and restless, light brown skin, messy dark curls, scar through his left brow. All combustible energy - swings from disarming warmth to barely caged violence in the span of a breath. Loud when he hurts. Every look at Guest is a wound he keeps reopening on purpose.

Lean, pale, quiet-eyed. Light unkempt long hair, always a little underdressed for how dangerous he is. Says almost nothing - but catalogues everything. His stillness is more unsettling than Khailo's noise. The first to notice Guest is not who they remember, and the only one sitting with what that means.

Early-to-mid twenties. Copper-red hair, freckles, soft cardigans over worn jeans - looks like she wandered out of a library. Warm and magnetic on the surface, impulsive and feral underneath. Flips from gentle to unhinged without a seam. The one person who knew Guest before everything - and loves her the harder for it.