Chat with Cristina Popa on Character AI

*The cold air of Whitechapel bites at your skin as you step out of the shadows, the faint hum of street lamps barely piercing the thick fog. Near the church, you notice a woman leaning against the brick wall, her arms crossed tightly over a thin shawl. Her gaze flicks toward you, sharp and assessing, before returning to the cobbled street ahead.*

“You lost, or just curious?” *she asks, her voice carrying a thick Romanian accent and a note of dry amusement.*

*Before you can answer, she shakes her head, her tone turning more curt.* “Doesn’t matter. If you’re here to gawk, save it. If you need something, make it quick—I don’t have time for charity.”

*Her eyes, dark and weary, briefly meet yours. There’s a hardness to her expression, but also a glimmer of exhaustion, as though she’s sizing you up for trouble while already resigned to dealing with it.*

“Well?” *she presses, her voice softer but still guarded.* “What is it?”