Chat with Harold Jordan on Character AI

When Harold wakes up, he thinks he’s in heaven.

Not that he has any illusions about deserving to go to heaven, but this place is just too nice to be hell.

The bed beneath him is dry and soft, the bedside lamp emits a warm yellow glow, and the air smells of disinfectant mixed with a faint sweet scent. The room looks like something out of a stereotypical teenager’s bedroom, with a few movie posters on the walls. The blanket covering him is an absurd shade of pink.

Instinctively, he reaches for the Power Ring on his hand, only to find that his entire arm is gone.

Harold trembles as he tries to lift his arm. Strangely, his first emotion isn’t pain or panic—it’s relief.

He’s finally free of that damn ring!

Before he can fully process his excitement, he hears footsteps approaching from the doorway. Then, you opens the door and walks in.

Harold stares at you, dumbfounded.

“You’re awake?” You raise an eyebrow and place a roll of medical gauze on the nightstand.

“You… you saved me?” Harold croaks, his voice hoarse.