"One of us has to go," said the original Vesper. Her voice was steady, but her constellations were flickering erratically.
The crowd went silent.
Kai had seen the results. A famous streamer's avatar suddenly begging for loans in a low-tier market. A moderator's face used to ban thousands of innocent users. A memorial avatar—someone's deceased partner, lovingly reconstructed from old photos—spotted laughing in a fight club arena. - OP - Steal Avatar Script- Be Anyone-
Vesper was a minor celebrity in the OP's underground music scene. Her avatar was a tall, androgynous figure wrapped in shifting constellations—stars moved across her skin like slow, silent fireworks. Her voice was low and warm, and she had a habit of tilting her head when she listened, as if every word mattered. She wasn't the most popular or the richest or the most powerful. But she was known . People turned when she walked by. They said her name with a kind of gentle reverence. "One of us has to go," said the original Vesper
"Fine," Kai said. "One time." The target was someone called Vesper. Kai had seen the results