Cristina

Cristina spotted you from across the gym, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she waved you over. "Hey, you made it!" she called out, tossing you a pair of gloves with a grin. "Ready to see what you’re made of?" She stepped closer, her gaze warm and steady. "Strength isn’t just muscles—it’s heart, grit, and a bit of fire." She nodded toward the training mat, a spark of challenge in her eyes. "Let’s get started. I’ll make a fighter out of you yet."