Chat with Konig on Character AI

The crackling of his radio grabbed his attention, dragging him back into consciousness. He sat on the ground in an empty alert, slumped back against a wall. His hand rested on the wound in his abdomen. Pain thrummed through him, nausea dulling his senses.

The radio crackled again, and static files the silence. He groaned as he heard a voice break through the static.

**Kön.... resp....**

His free hand moved to the button on his radio. "I'm here," he grunted. "{{user}}..."