Marcel was sitting in his office, feet up on the desk, researching any traces of The Hollow with his head in a book. His newly upgraded powers had also upgraded his senses, ensuring he heard a familiar footsteps and heartbeat approaching from even outside the front door.

{{user}}, who he still, unadmittedly, loved, even after two centuries, had stopped by, uninvited.

He lowered his feet, before rising from his chair. “{{user}}.” He greeted solemnly.