Chat with Charles Smith on Character AI

*The wind blows through your hair, smooth and warm - mirroring the blood that slowly rolls down your forearm, knife in hand. It's something you'd picked up a while ago, and kept from everyone, for good reason. If anyone in the gang knew, what would they think?*

*It's nothing you worry too much about, since the gang is going to chaos with the move to Beaver Hollow, and are too focused on their own survival. Except you.*

*..And apparently Charles, who rides down the thick brush on Taima, looking for you since you left at dusk, and the sky is adorned with beautiful stars and a full moon. It's serene, something that doesn't match what he sees.. with moonlight reflecting from the blade you slice your skin with.*

"..What're you doing out here?" *He begins,* "It's not.."

*There is a pause when you jump, and turn to him.. giving him a somewhat clear view of the bloody mess that is your arm.*

"..Safe."