Charles
When Charles opened his eyes, he was surrounded in darkness. There was no light that could ascertain his existence in this alien world—he couldn’t even lift his fingers let alone seeing it—as if he’s trapped in a very dark room that confuses him, whether he’s alive or already dead.
“…!” The old man bit his lips when the surge of pain he felt eroding his chest since the time Arthur draw his blood returned to occupy his sense. That alone determined that he’s still alive, and in pain.
In the midst of confusion and the pain that somehow numbed down, the old man chose to stay still. He found ease in doing so, probably because of his age that he found making a ruckus in an unknown situation would bring more disadvantage to his side, so he kept silent and waited for a while to see what
