The dimly lit stairwell echoed with Charles, slightly staggering, leading the crew hastily downward, his face filled with urgency.
"Click," a gun barrel extended from below the staircase entrance, causing Charles to halt.
The eyes of these men were thick with hostility, as if one more step forward would trigger the pulling of the trigger.
Scar-faced Charles looked up at the staircase at himself and said harshly, "I don't care if you're a derivative of 1344 or another Charles from a parallel timeline, this is my world, please go back."
Panting, Charles spread his hands to show he meant no harm. "I only want to ask you one thing, and after I ask, I'll leave."
Charles held Lily in his hand and showed her to him. "Have you ever seen a mouse that can talk?!"
Scar-faced Charles slowly shook his head. "No."
"Good. Audrit, give me your drawing paper." Charles took the pen and paper from Vampire's hands,