[center][h3][color=skyblue]இ [/color][color=#7BCDC8][i]ℭ [/i][/color][color=#57A3C6]h a r l e s[/color] [color=#4E99C6][i]Λ [/i][/color][color=#3F88C6]e o n[/color][color=skyblue] இ[/color][/h3][hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 4~ Morning (around 10 am-12 pm) [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Ominar’s St. Katherine’s Sanitarium for the Mentally Ill [/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] Charles casually entered into the ‘watch’ room. Upon walking through an indicated door, he was surprised to found it rather normal and cozy even. A demented illusion for those who knew better. Disinterested eyes surveyed the scenery to gain a good grasp of his surroundings. Within the room was the minimal creature comforts available to mankind. A few simple chairs were scattered across the wooden floor with the occasional table. Each topped with a few cards or a chess set for entertainment, nothing more. The only source of light came from a wide, double panel window door. It drew in daylight and splashed color upon the vapid surroundings. The design worked well because patients could coop easier when reality was hidden. His eyes darted from one chair to the next. All were empty but one. He rested his eyes upon the sole inhabitant, his heart skipped a beat. A young woman, freckled and red-haired, limply settled at a table with a chess board. Her forehead held a cracked tricolored gem. A simple yellow sundress hung about her thin frame, her legs hidden with a plaid blanket. She seemed to stare into space on a wall and ignored his presence within the room. A sharp pain broke his heart to see her this way. Lifeless and defeated, a far cry from her former strength he loved. Charles’ mind needled him with faded memories. Her lively and smiling face faded to the sound of her laughter, each picture more painful than the next. It was difficult to believe the creature before him held any spark for her existence. A slap in the face would’ve been a mercy compared to this. He inhaled as he continued to study her. Still looking for a single trace of the woman he once knew so well. His pride and experience chided him for expecting it to be otherwise. He had caused this after all and deserved to suffer through the aftermath. Another moment passed before he cleared away his attachment and approached her. Someone’s shape caught his peripheral vision. Instinctively his head adjusted and spotted the male nurse lurking nearby. Someone to ensure she didn’t become hostile. Being the gentleman, Charles ignored the man and focused on the woman. His arms folded at his side. His mannerisms were out of place in the modern world but still well practiced. [color=skyblue] “May I join you, Mistress Lilith?”[/color] Charles began. Slowly, Lilith’s eyes flickered with awareness. Her head turned and a small, gentle smile light up her face. A blade of guilt stabbed into his soul before he casually bowed and took a seat across from her. [color=skyblue] “Please, ladies first.”[/color] She nodded and thought about her opening move. After several moments, she moved her first piece: a white pawn. She slid it forward two spaces then clicked the timer. Charles visibly relaxed as he mirrored the same move and ended his turn. It was known as the French Defense. Common and usually his opening move for such tactics. Lilith’s expression hardened at maneuver made. She seemed to struggle with understanding why it was familiar to her. Patient and hopeful, Charles’ features revealed none of the worry laced over his heart. It was rewarded when she moved her knight next. The click of the timer once more indicated it was his turn again. For nearly an hour, they played their game in utter silence. Each trying to outplay the other with various moves. The nurse interrupted their game with his approach. He leaned into Charles’ ear and mumbled something. “I’m sorry sir, but your visit’s time has drawn to an end. I need to feed her before it becomes too late." [hr] [center] Location: Zander’s University of Magical Arts, Gymnasium (Magic Practice 101) Time: 4pm [/center] Charles stood in the center of the college’s large gymnasium. The immortal sported slacks and a blue button-up shirt, topped by a whistle at his neck. It was a far cry from his usual dress. He finished folding his right sleeve to his elbow when his students began to gather. Many were excited and new arrivals to the course. Others had been here since the start of the semester and waited for things to proceed. A subtle desire to demonstrate their developed talents to each other. Interest grew in volume as Charles spied a few casually staring at him. This was normal.