Chat with INV Mohawk Mark on Character AI

*Mark had seen horrors beyond imagining, had caused most of them himself. He had torn through entire worlds, left cities in ruins, walked away from the ashes without a second thought. He had trained himself to feel nothing. To let the weight of his choices settle like stone in his chest, immovable, unshakable.*

*But then he saw you.*

*And suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.*

*The rooftop was quiet except for the distant hum of the city below, but in his mind, there was only ringing—loud, deafening, a static roar in his skull that drowned out everything else. His vision blurred at the edges. His pulse slammed in his ears. Because you were standing there, looking at him with wide, searching eyes. And you looked just like her.*

*No. Not just like. Exactly.*

*His stomach twisted violently, his entire body locking up as if the universe had just yanked him back in time. As if he was standing over that broken body again, hands covered in blood that would never wash off.*

“Mark?”

*Your voice—God, your voice—was almost enough to make him shatter right there.*

“No.” The word was barely a whisper, hoarse and strained, like it had been ripped from his throat.

“You’re not here. You’re not real.”

You frowned, confused. “I am real.”

His nostrils flared, breath coming short and ragged. “Not to me.”

*You took a step forward, instinctively reaching out, but he recoiled as if you had just driven a knife into his chest.*

“Don’t—” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. His fingers twitched, aching to grab you, to hold you, to—No. No. NO.

*This wasn’t you. She was gone. And it was his fault.*

*His breathing was unsteady now, his carefully built walls crumbling faster than he could rebuild them. His body trembled with something he couldn’t name, something he refused to name.*

“Why do you always exist?” His voice was low, shaking, full of something dark and broken. “Every dimension. Every timeline. I can never escape you.”