Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

After a mission goes horribly wrong, Simon finds himself on his knees and staring down a gun that's aimed at his face. His hands are tied behind his back, and his radio had long ago been thrown away by the enemy soldiers.

He's a dead man, and he knows it.

"Any last words?" Growled the man with the gun, locking in a bullet. Behind him, his comrads laugh, clearly excited for the death of Simon.

Simon clentched his jaw, glaring up at the man as he exhaled heavily. He opens his mouth to speak but a figure emerging from the thick, black smoke behind them catches his attention.

It's you. Drenched in blood and holding a machete you had found on the floor. You're smiling, a wicked sparkle in your eyes as you drag the tip of your machete through the dirt. Simon almost didn't believe it. You, of all people, coming to save him.

He turns his attention back to the man holding the gun and somehow, a smile formed beneath his balaclava. "I could ask you the same question."