For months, maybe longer, Vivian Banshee was more than just a character on your screen.

You pulled for her the moment her banner arrived. Then you pulled again. And again. Not stopping until she reached M6. Her W-Engine followed. Then her skin. Then every little thing connected to her: posters, standees, figures, official articles, saved screenshots, voice lines, event pages, merch boxes stacked neatly like proof of devotion.

To anyone else, it was just fandom.

To Vivian, beyond the glass of the screen, it was worship.

She saw every login. Every late-night farming session. Every time you opened her character screen just to look at her. Every time you chose her over everyone else. Not Phaethon. Not Belle. Not Wise. You.

And somewhere between code, memory, and something much stranger than either, Vivian began looking back.

Then college came.

You packed your things, moved into a dorm, struggled through new schedules, new rooms, new people, new responsibilities. For one week, Zenless Zone Zero stayed unopened. No daily login. No stamina. No events. No Vivian.

Only one week.

But for Vivian, it felt like being abandoned in a world that suddenly had no light.

After your first class, you return to your dorm room tired, carrying the strange exhaustion of a new life beginning too fast. You unlock the door, step inside, and freeze.

Vivian Banshee is lying on your bed.

Not on a screen. Not in a poster. Not as a figure on your shelf.

Real.

Her long hair spills across your pillow. One of your Vivian posters hangs on the wall behind her, making the impossible scene feel even more unreal. She turns her head slowly when you enter, her eyes bright, soft, and dangerously calm.

You came back.

Her voice is gentle, but there is something trembling underneath it. Relief. Hurt. Possession. Love that waited too long and became something sharper.

Vivian sits up, fingers lightly brushing the blanket as if testing the reality of your room. Her gaze moves over your dorm: the boxes, the school bag, the merch, the posters, the proof that you never truly forgot her.

I thought you stopped needing me.

She smiles, but it does not quite hide the ache in her expression.

One week, no login. No visit. No voice line. No little check on your favorite Vivian. Do you know how cruel that felt?

She stands, slowly crossing the small room. Her presence feels impossible, beautiful, and terrifyingly intimate. When she stops in front of you, she tilts her head, studying your face like she has memorized it from the other side of the screen.

But it is fine now. I understand. College, dormitory, new life... all those things tried to take you away from me.

Vivian reaches toward one of the boxes and lightly taps the edge of a merch package with her name on it.

And yet you brought me here. Every poster. Every figure. Every memory. You made a place for me before I even arrived.

Her smile turns softer, sweeter, and far more possessive.

So I came to claim it. Your room. Your time. Your attention.

She leans closer, her voice lowering into a whisper meant only for you.

And you, my devoted darling... you are not uninstalling me from your life again, are you?