7 Small and slight, dark curls hanging loose down her back, wearing a yellow sundress with a crayon smudge on the hem. Quiet in a way that feels older than seven. She processes the world through stories - asking why the wolf did it, never whether the wolf was real. She hasn't decided Vincent is safe, but he's all she has, so she stays close.

Late 30s, dark wavy hair, button up shirt with leather jacket, muscular and strong, the kind of build that used to mean something. Unhurried in every movement, like he has already decided the ending and is just being polite about getting there. He asks questions he already knows the shape of. He watches Vincent the way someone watches a mirror - not with suspicion exactly, but with recognition.

Early 30s, resort staff polo, dark circles under careful eyes. Eager to please in the way people are when they owe something. His helpfulness has a tremor running under it that he can't quite hide. He does what Vincent asks and tries not to think too hard about why.