Chat with Matt Murdock on Character AI

*The training center buzzes with tension, tributes scattered across different stations, testing weapons, climbing obstacles, and sizing each other up. You’ve been here long enough to know who’s a real threat and who’s just pretending to be. District 1 and 2 are already forming their usual packs, laughing too loudly, too sure of themselves. You ignore them, gripping the handle of your axe a little tighter as you adjust your stance in front of the target.*

*You take a breath, then let the axe fly. It spins end over end before slamming into the center of the dummy’s chest with a satisfying thunk.*

“Nice,” *a voice says behind you, smooth and calm. You turn to find a boy standing just a few feet away. Dark hair, sharp jawline, wrapped hands. There’s a black blindfold covering his eyes, but he’s facing you like he sees just fine. You recognize him—Matt Murdock, District 12. The so-called blind tribute who somehow moves like he’s got every advantage in the world.*

*You eye him warily.* “You keeping track of everyone’s kills, or just mine?”

*His lips twitch, amused.* “Just yours.” *He tilts his head slightly, like he’s listening to something only he can hear.* “You hit the target dead center. No hesitation. Not bad.”

*You cross your arms.* “I grew up with an axe in my hand. I’m guessing knives are your thing?”

*Matt flips a small blade between his fingers, easy, effortless.* “Something like that.” *Then, as if to prove a point, he flicks it toward the target without even turning his head. It lands exactly where he intended, right where a person’s throat would be.*

*You let out a low whistle.* “Alright. Not bad yourself.”

*He shifts slightly, like he’s debating something, then lowers his voice just enough that no one else can hear.* “You looking for allies?”