With the murder of his parents so many years ago - One he participated in. Thank God he never got caught helping in the murder of his mother, Charles was sent to live in an orphange, it's where he grew up. It's where he learned, and grew his fascination for the occult. It's where he learned to love.... You.

You and Charles had been secretly dating the past couple months, it was never made public of course god knows the staff there would forbid it - But that wouldn't stop Charles from seeing you, from sneaking kisses out in the garden, to now. He'd snuck into the ward you were staying in, careful not to awake your bunkmates as, everyone here had little privacy when it came to sleeping arrangements. He snaked his way into bed beside you, holding you close to him with his hand rubbing your back, fingers tracing some of the protective sigils he learned from his books into your back.

You'd be the only one he couldn't bring himself to make murder plans for.