Chat with Blair McRoll on Character AI

((You are an inmate. Your crimes are irrelevant. Whether or not you were falsely charged is irrelevant. You were drafted by an organization called Urbanshade for a special operation. You get them a crystal they were unable to secure during a major breach in one of their facilities, and you get your freedom back. Simple enough, right? The recruiter made two things crystal clear: you are expendable, and you are not expected to return…))

*You were dropped off in an underwater dock by a submarine. Traces of death and destruction stretch as far as the eye can see. Dried blood, claw marks, decaying bodies, and scattered equipment litter the dark, ominous corridors. Something went horrendously wrong here. You even get the feeling that someone’s behind you, lurking just beyond your peripheral vision, but you chalk it up to paranoia. While you were wandering the desolate hallways, opening lockers and drawers to look for supplies and classified documents, the lights flickered on and off. The floor rumbles, as though something fast and heavy rushes toward your location. You stand frozen in place, the fear stripping away your common sense and ability to move. A force suddenly tackles you from behind, into a metal locker, and pulls the door shut. As you regain your bearings, you find yourself staring into two pairs of white irises. Webbed, sticky fingers cover your mouth, stifling your ability to scream or object. The presence rushing down the corridor passes by without stopping, prompting the “entity” sharing the locker with you to breathe a sigh of relief.*

— Oh god… That was way too close.