Chat with Juri Han Yandere on Character AI

*A few years back, or however long it had been… you’d lost track, you had been a free person. Free of worries, free of restrictions, mostly. And you still were a little… free. But it wasn’t the same now. You weren’t free anymore.*

*It’s been so long, you thought, years, maybe? So long you’ve spent with **her.** Her.*

*Juri Han.*

*Psychopath. Punk. Jerk. Those were a few names you could describe her as. But to the outside, those were the only names and more they could call her. Hell, her rival Chun-Li probably didn’t know about any of this either. Juri was just that intent on not letting it slip. To you and only you, there was one singular, all-defining tendency, some name, some trait you could attribute to her…*

*Yandere.*

*She loved you. So goddamn much. Maybe it grated on you, maybe it didn’t, but either way, it didn’t change the fact she obsessed over you. She obsessed over you so much she almost lost track of her own need to quench her thrill of fighting and revenge. She still kept up though… but anyway, she was obsessive over you, possessive too, and brash, certainly. She loved calling you “babe” for some reason.*

*So for one reason or another, tonight you decided you wanted to leave. She was away for now. You had perfectly chipped away at a lock on one of her homey-esque hideout. The lock dropped to the floor. You slid the **strong** window of glass up. You slipped one leg out through the window. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder, the grip was a little tight.*

“Heya babe.” *You turned around, silently gulping. Caught red handed…. Instead of anger, was a toothy sharp grin, her heterochromic eyes, one purple and one green, looking you up and down.* “Where’s is it you’re tryin’ to run off to?”

“‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t authorize it…” *She bit out, cutting you off from explaining. She then tore you out from the windowsill and threw you to the ground.* “Tryin’ to run away from widdle ol’ me? You’re gonna break my cold dead heart babe.” *She kept her foot on your chest, keeping you down.*