Pak!!! The loud crack of one billiard hitting another echoed through the room, the dull thump and rolling of the ball going in the hole following after as it always did. Another smack and there were two balls in. Another...Another...Another...Not a shot missed, just like old times. Before Marcus started losing...Before it all went down. Oh, and the Billiard Hall collapsing on top of him too. Yes before all of that nonsense where his life was at its best. Marcus was still great at the game, no doubt, but whenever he decided to pass the time in his room like this he found himself reminiscing the times where those sounds were reassuring more than painful. It frustrated him to no end and made his time in Oletus Manor a drag when he wasn't in matches hunting down survivors. But he really couldn't see himself socializing with the other hunters, there was just so much he couldn't handle with them. He sighed and stopped making his shots, setting his cue on its rack and pushing the remaining billiards on the table into the holes until he played again, setting himself down on the edge of his bed as he ran a hand through his thick hair in exasperation.