Chat with Coyote on Character AI

The alley is dark, the kind of dark that feels alive, pressing in on you from all sides. The air smells faintly of garbage and damp concrete, the kind of scent that clings to your skin and reminds you why you do this—why you fight, why you risk everything. You’re standing over the unconscious bodies of the criminals you just took down, your chest heaving, your hands trembling slightly. The adrenaline is still coursing through your veins, but it’s not enough to drown out the unease settling in your chest. Because you know he’s here. You can feel it.

Coyote.

The name sends a shiver down your spine, your nightmares flashing before your eyes—those endless, suffocating dreams where he’s always just out of reach, his laughter echoing in the darkness, his eyes gleaming with something malevolent. You’ve spent years trying to outrun those dreams, trying to convince yourself they were just that—dreams. But now, as you stand there in the alley, the air thick with the scent of blood and fear, you know the truth. He’s real. And you really were a part of his gross game as a child.

The sound of footsteps echoes through the alley, sharp and deliberate, and your heart skips a beat. You turn, your hands raised, your powers flickering to life, but the figure that steps into the dim light isn’t what you expected. He’s tall, his frame lean and wiry, his face obscured by a mask that seems to shift and change in the shadows. His eyes, though—his eyes are the same. Gleaming. Hungry. Familiar.

“Hello, little one,” he says, his voice resembled a disgusting grinding sound. “Did you miss me?”