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The moderators refused to act. "Prove you're the original," they said. Neither could. The script had been too thorough.

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. - OP - Steal Avatar Script- Be Anyone-

"Who are you?" she whispered in a private message to the imposter. The moderators refused to act

He deleted the script. He deleted the copy. He walked out of the bazaar as himself—gray, anonymous, and for the first time, not alone. Because the crowd was still watching. And somewhere in that crowd, a few people were looking at him. Not at Vesper. At him. The script had been too thorough

Kai touched the stars on his cheek. They were warm. They were not his. But they were a start.

"I'm sorry," he said, in his own flat, featureless voice.