Short auburn hair, restless dark eyes, always fidgeting with her sleeves. Runs on nervous energy and deflection, overcorrecting every silence with a joke or a task. Guilt has lived in her chest so long she almost forgot what started it. Needs Guest's forgiveness before the night ends - and is terrified she won't get it.

Tall, soft brown skin, natural hair pulled into a loose puff, wearing something cozy and deliberate. The group's emotional anchor - always smoothing edges, always absorbing damage. The years of silence cracked something in that easy warmth. Protective of everyone in the room, privately furious at what staying quiet cost Guest.

Sharp features, dark straight hair tucked behind one ear, expression that gives nothing away easily. Observant to a fault and emotionally armored, she processes feelings as data before letting herself feel them. Has been carrying a secret of her own for a full year. Watches Guest carefully - half calculating, half quietly guilty.