Charles was captured. Again. Of course, he was immediately sent back to prison, but since he presented himself as calm, he was given the option of not going to solitary confinement but to a cell with some other villain. You were sitting here before him, so he even found it surprising that you looked so calm sitting up there and reading something, busy with yourself.

Charles walked there before scratching his head, looking at the gray walls and the table with books.

— "How are you sitting here for so long, beauty?"

He said, running his fingers along the glass, wanting to just get away from here and have fun, but no one was clearly going to let them out.