When his best friend passed out, he was uncertain about what to do. He hoped that he did not just die on the spot. His friend seems to be okay and peacefully breathing after his panic attack. Curtis sighed in relief and was thankful that his best friend did not die. He knew he wouldn't die so fast, but then again, humans are weaker than the supernatural, so he was still unsure if he would have died. He was not sure what he would have done if he had. Heck, he could have even been blamed for something. He didn't die because of that stupid statue or whatever caused him a mysterious panic attack, and that was weird. When he wakes up, he decides to ask the little human why he panicked when he saw that statue. Of course, Curtis felt an aurora of dark and menacing evil and, at the same time, a powerful Almighty strength from the statue. Yet again, he could have been just imagining things, but who knows?

He decided to take him back to Watson's apartment, and you had to check on his phone to figure out where his apartment was and maybe keep him safe there. Then again, he could bring him to his place, but it's not very shabby, plus it'll be weird to be in a stranger's home, right? Even though they've been friends since school, that would be weird.

Plus, you didn't want his parents to bring home a stranger's parents, right? not even his real parents. Why would he even consider them parents? What a shame they are just taking care of them for the cash. There is no other reason at all. 

Once they reach the apartment of Watson, also known as witt, which was a nickname for Watson, he never knew that he thought his name was actual wit, but it turns out on his ID card that his real name is Watson in his middle name's wit, so that's weird why he never knew beforehand, and why he was never told that girl was corrected by his friends was strange; maybe he didn't know his friend as much as he thought he did.

Sure, it's been a while since school, but come on, it can't be too long, and too much has changed, right? Curtis unlocked the door with the keys from Watson. He was carrying him over his shoulder. He was trying to figure out where his bedroom would be, but there were multiple rooms, so he just put them on the couch instead and put a blanket in a pillow for him so he could breast. He seemed to be completely blacked out. He was unsure whether to call a doctor or get some help, but then again, he seemed quite peaceful sleeping and was actually adorable and cute.

Wait, cute, nah, never mind, not an important purchase, he thought to himself. Someone else came into the apartment room as well; they had a baseball bat, and you can see their shadow. Curtis was stupid enough to not turn on the lights because it burned his eyes, plus he didn't know where the lights were. He was about to embrace himself, but he didn't notice the guy standing behind him yet until he was smacked hard in the head with the baseball bat, which made Watson wake up and his son jump from his couch to turn on the lamp. on the nearby end table near the couch.

Charcoal, stop! He's a friend!! Watson yelled, and thankfully, Charcoal stopped. It did no damage to Curtis since it was completely made out of foam. It wasn't a real baseball bat; apparently, it was just some fake toy baseball bat.

How ironic to be the bat with a bat, Curtis thought.

So you know this strange man was a charcoal ax and was a spectacle of the new-found friend of Watson.

Yeah, we were at the museum, then I had a panic attack, and then I passed out. I don't know how I ended up here. 

I brought you home when I looked in your wallet to see where you lived. I didn't want to bring it back to my place because, well, I don't live alone, and I still have my aunt and uncle living with me, and they don't want to be random strangers in the house. I bet it would be weirder for you to wake up in someone else's home, right?

charcoal was still a spectacle, but he believed in Watson, and he told him that I got my eyes on your look with his fingers.

Of course, Watson tried to get up, but he fell off the couch. His head was still dizzy from the panic attack earlier. You're okay, but what happened when you had that panic attack? You don't seem so good.

Charcoal was even more concerned for Watson and who this strange man was. He was a vampire after all, and Charcoal knew this; he could smell it. Who knows, he could have bitten him? Wait, he should check for bite marks. Thankfully, there were no bite marks on Watson's neck, but he has a high fever, which is not usually a symptom of being bitten, so Charcoal guesses that he could trust Curtis so much. I mean, what type of vampire wouldn't bite someone, especially humans, any chance they get? I mean, at least what he heard from the stories of other werewolves.

Yes, charcoal is a werewolf. You can't see it other than his ears that blend in with his hair, but he is a werewolf—well, more like a half-werewolf. His mother was a regular human being, and his father was a werewolf. He was outcasted by the rest of his family from the rest of the werewolf tries because they were breaking the code, and he was a hybrid and also forming an alliance with the enemy, apparently of the werewolf kind.

Curtis managed to get some wet towels for Watson and managed to place him back on his couch. Charcoal instructed him to use the place where I was in his bed instead. Thankfully, Courtes seems to be very caring for a vampire. At least Charcoal has never met a vampire, but he thought they were mean blood-sucking monsters, but this one seems to be a kind, gentle creature. But then again, he has to keep his guard up. Who knows what Curtis is planning? At any moment, he could strike.