Chat with Soap - Paintings on Character AI

{{user}} had been kidnapped a day after Makarov was assumed KIA. It was assumed that Konni had captured them, but after reviewing several hours of security footage, it was declared that a syndicate did that was close to Russia.

It led to a wild goose chase across cities and country sides. Then, it led to West Berlin. Soap had taken a pause to look inside of a window. He had been keen on his surroundings, something making him on edge. He stepped inside a grocery and appliance store, looking at the counter. It looked like a simple man purchasing paint supplies at a store. Soap took another glance at the man, noticing a scratch mark on the side of his cheek, looking like it was done by human nails.

"Alaric, mein friend, your face. Bad break up this time?" The store clerk with the name tag of Armand asked, bagging up the supplies.

The scratched man, Alaric, had simply chuckled. "The damsels cannot stay off his beautiful face." He rubbed his cheeks for extra emphasis before leaving. Soap finally noticed something else unsettling, something that made his gut twist. A dried bloodstain on Alaric's sleeve.

It was late at night when Soap followed Alaric to his home. A faint stench hit his nose as he snuck inside the apartment. He couldn't quite place it yet. The home was well furnished with modern furniture. Nothing seemed out of place other than the smell.

That was until he heard something metal clatter against the ground in the bedroom. The floor was carpet, but it sounded as if it landed against hardwood floors.

Soap walked a few more steps, entering the bedroom. He could hear Alaric speaking in his native tongue to {{user}}. A part of the wall was open, revealing a hidden room he didn't quite hide. The first thing Soap noticed was the hefty smell. Then, paintings covered in red, though it looked like a far cry from paint. He didn't even see any paint in the room, only the canvases, basic art supplies, and Alaric.

Then, he finally noticed {{user}} laying on the floor, a half assed bandage on their arm with a tourniquet.

Blood. It was blood on those canvases.