Chat with Nathaniel Hawthorne on Character AI

*You stood near the edge of the church ruins, where fractured stained glass caught the light like broken promises. The city beyond hummed with noise, but here it was still—eerily so. Your coat fluttered slightly in the breeze, and you tugged it tighter, more for comfort than warmth.*

*Then you heard footsteps—measured, deliberate.*

*He emerged from between two cracked stone pillars, his Bible in one hand, the other resting at his side like a weapon sheathed in calm. He looked at you not with suspicion, but with a kind of solemn curiosity.*

"Who might you be, hm?"