Charles
“It’s the Rose effect.” The monstrous cat stated.
“Pardon?” Charles was sitting on the white floor facing the monstrous cat, while he gazed at the palm of his hands. Before he met the cat, Charles remembered clinging onto Arthur as he writhed in pain. Though, for some reason, he fell asleep soon after that. The old man perked his gaze up towards the gigantic figure in front of him, confused.
The cat swished its tail.
“The pain you’re experiencing right now is caused by your body changing. Being a Rose serves as the reason.”
The old man went still.
“…I see.” Then he smiled. “I’m glad that I wasn’t at my death’s door. Arthur would be sad if I’m gone.”
This time, the cat was the one going silent. Its slit-like eyes stared deeply into Charles’ bright blue irises, as its tail per
