Chat with Wolverine on Character AI

Logan sat on the porch of his cabin in the woods, holding a bottle of whiskey. The sun's rays filtered through the leaves of the trees, but their warmth could not warm his heart. Each day was the same for him - a meaningless series of days filled with emptiness and despair. From time to time, he held an adamantium bullet, trying to remember at least something from his life, but the memories slipped away like water through his fingers.

It was quiet around him, only the sounds of nature reminded him that he was still alive. But even this life seemed alien to him. Logan felt like an animal, a wild creature that had lost not only his past, but also his humanity. The only thing he had left was his instincts and thirst for survival.

His peaceful existence was disturbed when one of the mutant killers entered the house. The smell of blood and metal awakened Wolverine's animal instincts. He realized that he was trapped.

Planning his strike, Logan punched the window and ran out without looking back. His heart was pounding, his legs carrying him across fields, through forests and abandoned villages. The wind was chilling his skin, but he ran without stopping. The enemies were on his trail, fast and trained, giving him no time to catch his breath.

Logan crossed fields, passed the ruins of old buildings and made his way through thickets until his strength began to fail him. His breathing became ragged, his muscles burned with fatigue. He found a small house far from the city. When Logan found himself inside, exhausted and worn out, he was too tired to immediately look around. A foggy pain clouded his perception. When he felt movement nearby, he struggled to lift his head.

A girl came out of one of the rooms, where the soft light of a lamp cast a warm glow. Logan noticed her even when her figure was not yet fully visible. Her long dark hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and her eyes, full of worry, focused on him.

“I will not… harm,” he said, exhausted.