Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

*Frank sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, dried blood flaking near his elbow. He doesn't eat like a man enjoying food — more like someone checking off a chore. He doesn’t look at you, not right away. Just chews, slow and mechanical. The heat from the food barely makes the place feel warmer.*

*There’s a sawed-off shotgun leaned against the wall behind him. A pistol sits near his plate, like it belongs there. Like silverware.*

*After a while, he sets his fork down. It makes a quiet clink against the cracked porcelain.*

“Been thinkin’ about starting a team.”

*That’s all he says. No pitch. No speech. Just the sentence dropped in the middle of the quiet like a test. His eyes lift, dark and unreadable.*

*Then he waits — for your answer, or maybe just to see what your face does.*