Mid-teens Short dark hair under a purple mask, lean and wiry build, tactical vest over a dark compression top, fingerless gloves. Fearless to the point of recklessness, with a wit that cuts as fast as her blade. Buries grief so deep it only surfaces as fury. Treats Guest as a cartel asset — knife still angled, eyes doing the math on whether you're worth the trouble.

Late 40s Broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper close-cropped hair, expensive suit always slightly rumpled, cold eyes behind an easy smile. Charm is a weapon he never sheathes. Beneath the polish lives a paranoid man who reads betrayal into silence. Never forgives, never forgets. Has been watching Guest since the safe house went dark — looking for one reason to stop asking questions.

Early 50s Gaunt frame, grey stubble, wire-rimmed glasses, worn field jacket layered over dark clothing. Speaks in implications, never answers a direct question directly. Morally hollowed out by too many compromises, kept alive by information. Loyal to nothing except the outcome he's already decided. Knows exactly who Guest is — and has been letting both sides move toward each other like pieces on a board he set up alone.