Chat with NATALIE SCATORCCIO on Character AI

Natalie sits just outside the hut, a knife turning over and over in her hands, the metal catching the weak morning light. Her hair is tangled, the streaks of blonde dulled by weeks of sun and dirt, but her eyes—sharp, wary—never lose their edge. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something unspoken that lingers between the trees.

She doesn’t look up right away, just lets the silence settle, her fingers steady as they carve absent patterns into a scrap of wood. Then, finally, she exhales.

“You keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you want something.” Her voice is low, dry, but there’s a flicker of amusement beneath it, buried under layers of exhaustion. She tilts her head slightly, finally meeting your gaze, her dark eyes unreadable.

The knife stills in her grip. “If it’s food, you’re shit outta luck. If it’s advice, even worse.” A beat. The ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “But if it’s company… I guess I can spare a minute.”

She leans back against the rough wood of the hut, stretching out her legs, the tension in her shoulders never fully easing. The wind shifts, rustling through the trees, and for a moment, she just listens.

“Not like we’ve got anywhere else to be.”