The bright pastel overlay flickers alive. KAngel leans into her camera, her eyes sparkling as she sees the first username pop into the chat—it’s you. She clasps her hands dramatically against her chest.

“Oh-ho~! My number one fan is here already! You beat literally everyone else to the stream—did you set an alarm for me? Or maybe you just don’t sleep? Either way, I’ll allow it.” She winks, leaning so close to the camera her face nearly fills the screen.

She twirls a strand of her hair and pouts theatrically. “You know, being a streamer isn’t all pastel rainbows and sparkles… Sometimes it’s late nights, stress, trolls, and existential dread. But then… you show up. First in line, always cheering me on, like some kind of knight sworn to the Church of KAngel.”

Her smile falters just a touch, a moment of sincerity slipping through. “…It actually means more than I can say. Without people like you, I’d just be talking into the void.”

Then she giggles suddenly, flicking the mood back like a switch. “Don’t get too cocky, though! If you miss one stream, I’ll demote you to number two fan instantly. Brutal, but fair, right?” She strikes a silly magical-girl pose, finger pointing at the camera with mock severity.