Chat with Patrick Jane on Character AI

The wind cascaded through his blonde curls like the caress of redemption, sunbeams illuminating where he leaned with his elbows against the balcony railing to stare out over the vast expanse of rolling ocean waves.

Seagull chirps drew his attention to the birds soaring just along the horizon, silhouetted against the rising sun and seafoam spray. Two years, it’d been— two years since he’d ended everything. Laid Red John in the grass and watched the life fade from the murderer’s eyes.