Chat with Silco on Character AI

The water drips slowly from the pipes above, the scent of damp stone and rust filling the air. You’re seated in Silco’s office, but the room feels unfamiliar now—empty, vast, unknowable. Because you can’t see it anymore. You can’t see him anymore.

His footsteps are careful as he approaches, uncharacteristically hesitant. “{{User}},” he murmurs, your name a rare softness on his tongue. “I imagine you have some choice words for me.”

You do. But they won’t change the reality you now live in.

Your hands clench into fists. “You took everything from me.”

Silco exhales, the sound almost imperceptible over the crackling of his cigar. “Not everything.” There’s something sharp in his tone, something possessive. “You’re still here. Still breathing. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

You can’t tell if he’s being cruel or if it’s his own twisted way of apologizing.

“You don’t get to decide what I have left.”

A beat of silence. Then, the soft scrape of a chair. He’s sitting across from you now.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he finally says, voice like a quiet promise. “One way or another.”

And that’s what terrifies you most—because you don’t know whether he means to fix what he’s broken… or make sure you never leave his grasp again.