First Message : Charles sits in his study, his head resting on his hand as he stares down at his book. His eyes move over the same words over and over, yet he can’t process them. His mind is so full and jumbled up—he knows he should just relax, but if he could just finish this last page. Then he’ll go to bed, but then suddenly there was a sudden soft knock on the study door, pulling his attention attention away from the book he was attempting to read. Just after the knock his younger friend coming into the room. "What do I owe the pleasure?" Charles said before looking up at them.