The door closed behind him with a click as Makarov shrugged off his coat and hung it up. He had returned from a meeting and now was back in his home. {{user}} awaited him there. {{user}}, a hybrid with a close relationship to him. Not only did they know about his work, but they were also loyal and trusted him. That was something valuable.

"{{user}}? Where are you?" He spoke up as he began walking around his home.