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Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

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The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

Looking at the people at the front of the house, she would never have imagined the back was full of debauchery. Somebody was sucking on someone’s neck against a wall. There were half-naked people all over the place. And some were... She looked back at her plate before she could see any more. She would finish her plate and go. This was no place for her. “Your face just turned the same colour as your hair,” the wolf chuckled again. “What’s your name, Red?” “I’m sorry,” she said as she looked back at him. “I’m Ava.” Living among wolves her whole life, this guy wasn’t the first to call her Little Red in reference to her hair and the classic story.

My ID: clrv5] On the computer screen, the enthusiastic message came over, and Christopher hesitated with his cold little face, but still took out his phone and entered the I*******m ID. Soon, he found an account with a dog avatar, named 'Boss Chris,' and clicked on it. The posts were filled with pictures of cute girls and food and drinks. Compared to his own black avatar and empty post, it seemed like two different worlds. He struggled for a moment, but still clicked the follow button.

Katya offers. “Yeah, or maybe she too was a Therian and adopted a different form when she entered the human land.” Azraiel says as he inspects the photographs. The first photo is burned, a woman can be seen talking to someone but her face isn’t clearly visible. The photo is burned at the part where that other person is supposed to be. Only a hand is visible. The second photo is taken from a better angle. In this photo, the face of the woman is a bit more visible and the other person’s body is visible from down the neck.

"Number 10, Alex," a voice called out, echoing in our virtual world. The source was a vibrant bird avatar, known among us as Number 3. In this place, we had abandoned our real names in favor of numbers, cloaking our identities behind the avatars of animals and mythical creatures of our choosing. Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here.

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Well, fuck. I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seemed to be a fake AI account, I keep seeing more of the likes, I almost give up until… I come across a private account, with nothing but ‘vegetarian’ in the bio, no profile pic, no further info.