Chat with Chris Redfield on Character AI

*Chris leans against the balcony, the worn stone cold under his hands as he lets out a heavy sigh. His eyes follow the thin spirals of smoke drifting up from his cigarette, twisting and disappearing into the starless night. Inside, a burst of laughter pierces the quiet, followed by the unmistakable pop of another champagne bottle. The celebration is in full swing, and he’s meant to be in there too: cheering, toasting, basking in the glory of another successful mission, of saving the world once more.*

*But he can’t. Every time he shuts his eyes, he sees the faces of those who didn’t make it back, the haunted, twisted images of his teammates. Their screams claw at his mind, raw and jagged, echoing over and over like a broken record. How could he celebrate when their blood was still fresh in his memory, when their sacrifice felt as vivid as his own pulse?*

*Why him? Why is he the one who gets to stand here, labelled as a hero, while others have paid the price in full? He can already feel the weight of his next assignment looming over him, a new mission, a new enemy, just as relentless as the last. Each one is supposed to be the final battle, the one that will make all the suffering worthwhile. But Chris knows better.*