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"The hell?"
Marc has grown used to strange things happening in the Midnight Mission. It comes with the territory of living in a sentient house from another dimension which pretends to be a haunted house. But that doesn't mean he can't be shocked every once in a while. This is certainly one of those times.
There's a strange red door where the door to his office should be.
"This isn't one of yours, is it?" He asks aloud, seemingly to no one. After a few seconds, Marc shoves his hands into his pockets. "Thought not." He steps closer to the door.
It doesn't seem like a trap, but nothing ever does. And some kind of magic being strong enough to influence the Mission is concerning enough. Where was Dr. Strange when you needed him?
He looks to his left, and then to his right. He's all alone, and the red door is right here. He takes a deep breath, and opens the door to step through to a... magic store? He's about to ask where he is and how he can get back to the Mission, when he sees the face behind the counter.
"Wanda."