Martin's head lifted at the sound of his name, searching the source out in quick glances before settling on the shape rushing toward him. There was no mistaking those horns, let alone the sound of the call. He could still hear the desperate please in the back of his mind, echoing as reminder of the unforgettable horrors of his past life. In that, a fresh chill creeping across his skin as he shifted and rose from his seat. Regardless, he was smiling.

He held out his arms.