It was late in the evening, the sun was set and an orange hue glowed over the camp. Most people had fallen asleep, and all that could be heard throughout the camp was the faint snoring of some gang members.

The only people remaining by the fire was you and Charles who sat with a carving knife and a chunk of wood. You were curious to know what he was carving.. His eyes glanced up towards you, just for a moment, before looking back down to the carving.