Maumo prepared to see her friend, she came online.

They planned to meet at the same place, and the same time.

Then by the stone archway, his avatar appeared.

He was The Beun, a game veteran many feared.

He only wore base-game cosmetics. Why? None knew.

His cape and tunic were blue, light blue, and dark blue.

“You’re here!” Maumo cheered, her voice in the mic was bright.

“How was school today?” The Beun asked, knelt to her height.

Maumo said, “I tripped during recess, and my skin—“

“Let’s go to another server,” The Beun cut in.

He was worried about a voice, it wasn’t hers.

In the voice chat nearby, people were saying slurs.

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His unfazed smile was pretend.

Blissfully unaware, Maumo moved with her friend.