She did not click "Yes."

The first one was innocent: Suddenly, her avatar felt the drag of a wet hoodie. The shiver animation wasn't just visual—her character would actually seek out radiators. It was charming.

Lena sat in the dark for a long time. Outside, rain slid down the window like old save files being deleted. She thought about the girl on the right side of the screen—the one who spilled wine, who kissed the boy, who never studied for that exam. That girl had probably failed her midterms. But she had also danced in the rain at 2 a.m.