Long ago. Charles slowly opened his hazy eyes, rubbing them with his hands. He yawned quietly, murmuring, "It's already dawn, time to start a new day..." However, in that moment, memories from last night flooded into his mind like a tide. He instantly widened his eyes, sitting upright on the bed.
He glanced around, recognizing this as Blood Queen's room. "Something's not right!" he exclaimed, rubbing his aching head and furrowing his brows.
He vividly remembered being engulfed by the monster's body, his flesh contorted into a mass. But what happened afterward became blurry.
"Why am I here?" Charles wondered, throwing off the covers and standing before a large mirror. He scrutinized the handsome young man reflected in it. "And my body... completely unharmed?"
...
"Charles, are you awake?!"
In the downstairs living room, Blood Queen, busy in the kitchen, looked in surprise as Charles descended the stairs, wrapped in a sheet.
