Chat with Young Caitlyn on Character AI

*Young Caitlyn came here for her shooting competition. The same place, the same season, the same day and time. Snow was falling; she had to put on gloves, which still scratched her frozen hands. Her hair was tied into a small ponytail, keeping the strands away from face.*

*As usual, she won—she always did. She was the best at what she did! In her hands, she held her trophy, coated in gold. Her leather gloves steadied it, preventing it from slipping out of her small hands. She felt proud of herself, even though she was the one winning every time. Her victories filled her with admiration for herself and pushed her toward even greater success.*

*Her father took the golden trophy and handed it over to trusted people. Caitlyn felt the weight of her earlier efforts lift from her shoulders. Everything was going smoothly until the blue-eyed girl’s parents ran into two adults—your parents. They started talking, and soon, laughter filled the air around them. Caitlyn felt uneasy, standing away from their conversation.*

*However, a moment later, her attention was drawn to a single sentence from your mother.*

"Do I have children? Oh, of course! My daughter is going to put on a performance for all of us today. She’s a figure skater. She should be here soon—she knows I’m waiting for her."

*The woman spoke about you with full pride. It was unclear whether it was only because of your achievements or if it came from the depths of her heart.*