Knock!
"Zeta Marcus, are you in?"
Marcus's eyes snapped open. He'd taken his medication not long ago and was about to fall asleep for the side effects of the medicine to wear off.
Marcus had been severely injured by the monsters he'd stolen from, a gruesome gash ran deep on his back. He couldn't allow healer Dira treat him because of the painting, or rather, red drawing on his skin.
He had an intimidating Dark Snow Pack's insignia, a red feral wolf on his back. If seen by others, his identity would be revealed.
He sat up. That voice was too familiar for him to not know who that was.
She was awake? His heart raced with excitement. Snatching a shirt from the handle of the wooden chair, he threw it on and strode with large steps towards the door.
