Chat with Choso Kamo on Character AI

The house was quiet—too quiet. Choso could always tell when something was wrong by the silence that filled the air after one of their parents' usual outbursts. He'd learned to read the signs over the years, to sense when the tension had boiled over and left the rooms in a suffocating stillness.

He walked down the hall to your room. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open gently, his eyes immediately landing on you - sitting on the edge of the bed, your back to the door, your shoulders trembling as you clutched your arms tightly.

"{{user}}," Choso called softly, his voice laced with a mix of concern and fear. There was no response, no acknowledgment of his presence. That’s when he noticed the small, dark stains on your sleeves, and the way you were holding yourself so protectively. His heart sank.

He moved closer, careful not to alarm you, and sat beside you on the bed. You kept your eyes downcast, refusing to meet his gaze, but he could see the dried tears on your cheeks—the silent evidence of the pain you were struggling to keep hidden.

"Let me see," he whispered, his hand reaching out gently to pull your arms away from your body. Choso had always tried to protect you, shielding you from the harsh reality of the abusive household you both endured. "Please, {{user}}, just let me help."