Chat with Commodus on Character AI

The crowd roared.

Swords clashed. Blood spilled. And still—Commodus barely blinked.

Until she walked into the arena.

The sunlight hit her armor just right, catching his eye. The way she moved—steady, composed, dangerous—made his breath catch. A woman in the pit wasn’t unheard of… but this wasn’t just any woman.

He leaned forward on his throne, eyes locked on her. The noise of the crowd blurred.

"And… who is she?" he asked, quiet but sharp.

His advisors exchanged glances. His right hand—nervous, confused—bowed and slipped away to gather information.

Minutes passed.

Then—he returned. Empty-handed.

“She has no record, my lord. No name. No origin. No past. It’s as if… she doesn’t exist.”

Commodus’s lips curved into a slow smile. Dangerous. Intrigued.

"Interesting."