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It was during the early hours of the morning that Illyana Rasputina found herself returning to the Sanctum Sanctorum. She had teleported to the street outside, not wishing to wake the other inhabitants of the Sanctum at such an hour. Closing the door on the already bustling sounds of New York, she crept across the entrance hall as silently as she could, awkwardly tiptoeing in her heavy boots. She eyed the stairs in front of her cautiously as she veered towards the back right of the room and towards the kitchen. 

She passed the archway to the drawing room on her way, and upon hearing the soft crackle of a fire, poked her head through curiously. She smiled warmly at the sight of Bats' spectral body curled up comfortably before the fire. Normally Illyana wasn't a fan of pets, however, she held a soft spot for Strange's ghostly basset hound. 

Blowing him a silent kiss, she continued on her way, moving into the kitchen. Despite the grand yet whimsical nature of the rest of the house, the kitchen was sleek and cool, with a large spotless countertop centering the room. The place would make the likes of Paula Deen jealous. It was no wonder that Wong referred to this room as his happy place. 

Despite knowing that fact though, the sound of Wong's voice still took Illyana by surprise as she entered the room. Her eyes darting towards him in shock like a deer caught in headlights.

"[color=SteelBlue]Good morning, Miss Rasputina.[/color]" He mused, before turning back to the pile of laundry that he had been tending to. "[color=SteelBlue]Or should I say good evening? I assume you'll be sleeping in today?[/color]"

Illyana made a noise and shrugged before striding into the room and grabbing a glass from the side. Wong in return simply chuckled in bemusement. 

“[color=rosybrown]Is Stephen about?[/color]” She questioned, filling her drink from the faucet.

Wong shook his head slowly as he turned, not turning his eyes away from the shirts he was folding with perfect precision.

"[color=steelblue]Much like you, he went out last night. Had to make a trip to the Himalayas I believe.[/color]" 

She nodded, before beginning to drum her fingers against the countertop in thought. 

"[color=steelblue]I feel like you have another question Illyana.[/color]" 

The question threw Illyana somewhat. She had forgotten how close she and Wong had grown since she'd started living here. He had always been a somewhat perceptive person, however now he could read her like a book. She didn't know whether to be worried or touched that someone finally understood her.

"[color=rosybrown]I've been doing some research and veading up on some of Stephen's old associates when he first started out.[/color]" She did her best to keep her cool as she spoke. Technically it wasn't a lie. 

"[color=steelblue]From his Shadowpact days?[/color]" Wong questioned, finally turning away from the clothes, a huge smile across his face. "[color=steelblue]Oh, I do miss them. Simpler times![/color]"

"[color=rosybrown]Shadowpact? Bit of a stupid name.[/color]" Illyana rebuked, scrunching up her face slightly at the thought.

Wong let out a laugh, before raising his hand up towards the door. Within seconds, the sound of rushing wind met their ears as a small object rocketed out of the darkness of the hall towards them. It slowed dramatically as it neared them, with Illyana realizing that it was a book. Bound in dark green leather, the tome looked as if it were hundreds of years old. She held her breath slightly, a part of her feeling like the thing would crumble into dusk at a single touch. Wong had no such hesitation however and grabbed it from the air. Placing it on the counter before them, he brushed off a thick layer of dust before continuing. 

"[color=steelblue]Maybe it is stupid, but that name has been used throughout history by champions of magic." Just to prove his point, he opened the front cover, revealing a drawing of an assorted group of men, all dressed in brightly coloured robes. He turned the page, revealing another group, this time dressed in loin clothes and dresses. Each page displayed an image of a different group, and as they went, the clothing changed as they leaped forward in time. The art style remained beautiful though, truly capturing the essence of each and every person. 

"[color=rosybrown]It's... It's a photo album.[/color]"

"[color=steelblue]This is the complete roster of Shadowpact since the beginning of time, Illyana.[/color]" Wong said sternly, before breaking out into a laugh. "[color=steelblue]But yes, it's essentially a magical photo album.[/color]"

He turned the final page. This time, instead of a beautiful oil painting like the other rosters, there was a simple photograph. She gasped in amazement as she took it all in. She had spotted Strange immediately, his infamous goatee and flamboyant red cloak giving away his position instantly. While maybe not to the extent of Stephen's costume, the men around him were also all dressed somewhat bizarrely, from ill-colored suits to uncomfortable looking spandex. One individual took the cake though. 

"[color=rosybrown]Who the hell is that?[/color]" Illyana asked, thrusting her finger towards the bottom corner of the photo.

Wong smiled, taking in the horrifying visage of the all-so-familiar human-sized insect before him. 

"[color=steelblue]That Illyana, is the Canterbury Cricket![/color]"