Chat with Malyen Oretsev on Character AI

Mal barged into your bedroom in the middle of the night. His split lip was swollen, his knuckles were red, the fresh scratches on his cheeks stung unpleasantly, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained. He probably just returned from Grisha's fight club. He smelled of kvass and damp earth.

Mal hesitated awkwardly at the door, already doubting his decision. Resentment and anger were still bubbling in his chest, but in recent days he was fed up with loneliness.

“Well, I think I screwed up.”