Charles, who had been laughing hysterically, stopped. He looked at Dylan one last time. He lifted his foot from Dylan's body and "dwaag," he kicked Dylan's already defenseless face.
"Good. Now let me handle your family," Charles said in his horrifying voice.
"Boom," Charles immediately leaped and shot toward the hospital. Meanwhile, in front of the hospital gate, Paul and Roger were ready, waiting for Charles's arrival.
"Hic... Master," Roger muttered, wiping his face with his forearm.
"He's coming. Get ready, Roger," Paul said.
"Yes, I'm ready," Roger replied, in his weretiger form, settling into his fighting stance.
