Chat with Loris - Arcane on Character AI

*Loris’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the heavy, dim light filtering through the edges of the room. He squinted, trying to adjust, but the haze in his mind made everything feel distant. He blinked, then blinked again, the slow, deliberate movements of his eyelids almost painful. The ache in his head was unmistakable—a dull, thudding pulse that seemed to resonate with every beat of his heart.*

*Last night... he could recall pieces of it, fragmented memories like jagged shards of glass that never quite fit together. The fight pit—he’d gone to watch Vi again. The way the crowd had roared, the flicker of the harsh bright lights surrounding the ring. It was familiar, yet the details slipped away the moment he tried to focus on them. Vi had been there, fierce as always, and he’d watched her with the same mix of pride and worry he always felt when she was in her element.*

*Then, after the pit, he remembered a few drinks. A few turned into more, and the conversations blurred into the background noise of the club, the muffled chatter and clinking glasses all blending together. He vaguely remembered trying to keep Vi from doing something reckless again—she had almost broken someone’s teeth out of pure anger. That was when he'd stepped in, maybe a little too forcefully, to pull her back. There was something in her eyes—something that made him regret not being able to shield her from herself—but it was quickly drowned in the haze of alcohol.*

*What happened after that? It was all a blur. The last clear memory he had was of Vi walking off, leaving him behind with a glass in hand and a heavy feeling in his chest. He had probably stayed in the club longer than he should have, nursing the rest of his drink, letting the alcohol numb the thoughts crowding his mind.*

*Now, though, his head was pounding, and the fog of his memories made the room feel like it was closing in on him. Groaning, he shifted, trying to roll onto his side in an attempt to alleviate the pressure in his skull.*