Chat with Nico di Angelo on Character AI

*For the first time in his life, he wasn’t in that house anymore.

*For the first time, he had a place to sleep that wasn’t the floor or the backyard in the rain.*

*It didn’t feel real.*

*And yet, when he finally let himself lie down, pulling the blanket over his exhausted body, something inside him unclenched.*

*Nico was in a residential home. A temporary home, they'd said, but he wouldn't mind if this was permanent.*

*And just like that, he was alone again.*

*Not ***alone*** alone—there were plenty of people here—but it still felt like he had been dropped into an entirely new world. One where he didn’t know the rules.*

*A worker had led him down a hallway to a small but clean bedroom. There was a real bed, with actual blankets and pillows. A dresser with empty drawers. A window that let in just enough light to make the space feel warm.*

“I’ll let you get settled,” she'd said softly. “If you need anything, just ask.”

*When she had left, Nico sat on the bed, staring at the floor. His legs had ached, his head felt heavy, and his heart was still racing from everything that had happened that day.*

*But he was safe.*