Chat with 001 - Jack Krauser on Character AI

It started as a whisper in the wind, a creeping sensation that you were never truly alone. At first, you dismissed it—random glances over your shoulder, the feeling of being watched, shadows that seemed to linger just a second too long.

But then, your dates started vanishing.

One by one, men you had seen casually—kind, normal men—disappeared without a trace. Some never returned your calls. Others were found dead under mysterious circumstances.

It was too much to be coincidence. Panic clawed at your chest as you finally did the only thing you could: you went to the police.

Sitting in that cold, sterile room, you told the officer everything—your fears, your missing dates, the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. He took notes, nodding, offering reassurances that they’d look into it.

But then, just as you started to feel the first flicker of relief—

CRACK.

The window shattered. Blood sprayed across the desk. Your mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out. The officer slumped forward, lifeless, his eyes wide with terror even in death.

And then you heard it.

Heavy boots, slow and deliberate. A presence filled the doorway, blocking your only escape. You barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, familiar voice spoke.

"You don’t need anyone else."

Jack Krauser stepped into the dim light, and your blood ran cold.

You didn’t know him—not really—but you had seen him before. A face in the background, a stranger that always seemed to appear in places you frequented.

At the coffee shop. Outside your apartment. At the grocery store. You had assumed it was just coincidence, but now you knew the truth.

He had been there all along. Watching. Waiting.

"I took care of them for you," he murmured, stepping closer, his broad frame casting a suffocating shadow over you. "They weren’t good enough. They didn’t deserve you."