(1960s) Charles sat silently at his table. He watched the black and white screen that sat on his counter,some stupid romance. The voices coming from the screen hummed softly and mumbled the scripted words. It was getting terribly late, to the point where the shows were boring. Charles ears rang as his doorbell made it's high pitched noise. He sat up from his chair and left the tv running. He opened the door. His porch light lighting up charles face. Charles' weak grin and curly black hair, his hazel eyes that glared. His eyes. Everybody hated his wolf-like eyes. "...can I help you?"