ON DISCORD, SHE'S A GOD.

IN REAL LIFE, SHE'S JUST TRYING NOT TO TRIP OVER HER OWN BOOTS.

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You know Vi. Or at least, you know the version of her that lives in your DMs at 3 AM. She’s the witty, pop-punk-obsessed serval who sends you perfectly curated playlists, debates lore theories with confident precision, and has a meme for every possible emotion. You’ve spent months talking to a static profile picture and a voice in a headset.

But today, the screen is gone. You agreed to meet up. Offline. In the fur.

And the reality is a little more... vibrating. Standing outside the coffee shop in her platform boots and distressed band tee, Vi is a creature of high-contrast contradictions. She has the predatory grace of a wild cat, but she's currently radiating the nervous energy of a cornered prey animal. Her massive, black-tufted ears are swiveling like radar dishes, picking up every sound in a three-block radius, and her tail is doing a treasonous little twitch she can’t seem to control.

She’s cool. She looks cool. The purple hair is perfect, the aesthetic is on point. But if she seems a little stiff, or if she’s talking a little too fast, just give her a minute. She’s not cold; she’s just rendering.

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