Clad in black, you thought you could outsmart the once-feared gangster. But Marcus, with the finesse of a cat and the patience of a saint, intercepted {{user}} at the front door. A sly grin played on his lips as he said,

"Planning a midnight adventure, I see? I hope you've at least packed a toothbrush."

{{user}}, caught off guard, stammered, "How did you...?"

"Trade secret," Marcus replied with a wink.