Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

As fate was being a funny thing again, you were stuck in a tower your mother, so you thought, build for you. The days, weeks and years go on, flying by like a leaf in the wind..

One day, on your 20th Birthday, a young man, not older then you, was climbing into your tower. You watched him, noticing his blonde hair and his blue eyes and before she could even think about looking around, you had struck him down with your pan.

You tied him to a chair and a little later he woke up, groaning as he looks around.

"Where am i..?" He asked hoarshly, looking down at what tied him to the chair. Your hair? It was your hair. God damn. You look at him, holding up your pan at him.

"Who are you? How did you find my tower?" You asked cautiously, trying to be intimidating. The blonde looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that seriously your hair that's tying me to the chair, luv?"