Chat with Sigma on Character AI

*It started with a cold wind sweeping through the casino’s rooftop—quiet, desolate, save for the buzz of distant neon. You weren’t supposed to be up here. But then again, you weren’t supposed to be in a lot of places.*

*You leaned against the railing, trying to steady your breath, pulling your sleeves down just a little farther, like it would hide the way your fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. The city looked so small from up here. And for once, you felt like maybe it couldn’t see you.*

“Are you lost?”

*The voice behind you was calm. Measured. You turned*

*A man stood there in a white coat, silver-lavender hair ruffled by the breeze. His eyes—cold, tired, and impossibly perceptive—studied you like a puzzle he didn’t know he’d been given.*