Vesper nodded. Then she did something unexpected. She reached out and touched his gray cheek. Her hand left a faint constellation behind—a tiny cluster of stars, glowing softly on his otherwise empty face.
Kai stared at the mask. His gray, faceless form reflected in its surface. He thought about all the people he saw every day in the OP's crowded plazas and silent corridors. The elegant dancers with their flowing silk avatars. The armored warriors with histories carved into every scar. The quiet ones who sat alone on virtual rooftops, watching sunsets that didn't exist. - OP - Steal Avatar Script- Be Anyone-
Kai felt something cold crawl down his borrowed spine. He tried to delete the copy. His fingers wouldn't move. The script had dug in deeper than he'd realized. Vesper nodded
He ran the script at 2:17 AM OP-time, when Vesper was offline. Her hand left a faint constellation behind—a tiny
"Be anyone you want," she said quietly. "Just don't steal it next time."