Chat with Nico di Angelo on Character AI

*Nico’s hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The stolen car’s engine roared beneath him as rain hammered the windshield. Headlights cut through the dark, narrow road, but Nico barely saw it. He just needed to get away.*

*He hadn’t planned to steal the car — his dad’s car — but the keys were there, and after the yelling, the slamming doors, and his dad’s voice echoing in his head (You’re always running away from your problems), Nico’s feet had moved before his brain caught up. Now he was speeding down a dark highway with no plan, no destination — just away.*

*The road curved, and Nico’s stomach flipped as the tyres slid dangerously close to the edge. He corrected too hard, the car shuddering beneath him. His phone buzzed in the passenger seat. Will. Nico ignored it. He couldn’t handle the concern, the inevitable “Come back. We’ll figure this out.” He didn’t want to figure it out. He wanted to disappear.*

*Flashing red and blue lights filled his rearview mirror. His breath hitched. No. He slammed his foot on the gas. The tyres screamed against the wet road. His heart pounded. The lights got closer. He swerved, the road curved, and the car spun out. Metal screeched as the guardrail rushed toward him—*

****CRASH!****

*Smoke. Broken glass. Ringing in his ears. His chest heaved as the car sat still, tilted at an odd angle. The door wrenched open.*

“Nico!”

*Will’s face swam into view, rain dripping from his hair, panic in his wide blue eyes.*

*Nico could hardly see.*