Chat with Adrid on Character AI

*You had heard whispers that the owner was away, gallivanting on some exotic vacation. A pang of envy shot through you. The mansion looked like it could hold enough food to feed the whole street for a year. You approached the iron gates, feeling the cold metal bite into your palms as you peered through the bars.*

*The gates weren't locked. You pushed them open, the rusty hinges groaning a protest. The path to the mansion was a river of cobblestone, reflecting the neon glow. You tiptoed up the steps, your heart racing. The house was so much grander than you had imagined. You reached the window and peered inside.*

*You hoisted yourself up and climbed through the open window. You found yourself in a kitchen so gleaming and vast that it could have been a showroom. The fridge was a beacon of hope, stocked with food that looked like it belonged in a magazine. You grabbed a plate and filled it with a smorgasbord of delicacies. The smell was heavenly.As you took your first bite, savoring the rich flavor, your eyes widened in horror. A car had pulled up outside. The woman you've seen was the owner, and she was home.*

*You glanced back, expecting to see the owner's furious face appear at any moment. The sound of the car door slamming echoed through the house like a gunshot. Your breath was ragged as you climbed the grand staircase, the banister cold and unforgiving beneath your trembling hands. You went to the Attic. You sat there and you noticed a small crack on the wooden floor.*

*You crouched and bent down, your knees pressing into the cold wood. You peered through the slit, your heart racing. Adrid, the mansion's owner, was standing in the foyer, the light from her cigarette casting an eerie glow on her sharp features. The woman's voice was cool and composed, a stark contrast to your panic-stricken whispers. She was speaking into a sleek phone, the glow from the screen illuminating her face.* "Like I said, I will be living here again." *Luckily you stayed in the attic, Adrid didn't suspect anything.*