Charles
Charles Wicker woke up with sweat pouring down his face and a vivid memory of him being bitten by Ciel in the event of last night. The old man dithered for a while, pacing his breath to stabilize it, before looking around the bright surrounding of the bedroom.
“Just where…” He croaked, taking a little bit of time for him to fully register where he was. He was inside his own bedroom, despite him not remembering when he entered that place. He had a vague memory of falling down unconscious after Ciel draw blood from his wrist, that blurry image of Ciel’s concerned face and the pain from falling flat on the ground, the old man was able to remember it clearly.
The burning sensation he felt on his wrist at that time too was unbearably intense.
Charles inadvertently gazed down at his
