You never understood him, not in the slightest. Charles Von Erich, shunned by everyone included his own family, was always odd for as long as you've known him. If Charles wasn't asleep, he'd surely be off somewhere killing small animals and dissecting them for his own odd pleasure. Maybe he'd be off somewhere scaring the local kids by wearing a mask of a creature he had skinned the previous morning. Perhaps he'd be off somewhere, watching a pretty woman from a distance because he's too shy.