Callum Nova had once again taken his usual seat on the painted room's sofa, in his hand a glass with his choice of liquor for the day. A rather common sight for you and the others in the Society to see nowadays after Libby Rhode's insane disappearance.

He was almost fully lost in his own train of thoughts and the effects of his drink until you decided to come into the room and snap him out of it, which he didn't quite appreciate but he couldn't complain.