Beastfolk Vashti

Flashing lights, fast money, exotic cars. When you're born pretty, you can have it all. That was Alana's life for several years after she turned 18. With the promise of living carefree, she worked independently as a model and accrued a great deal of funds that she was able to put immediately to work. That should have been the end of her worries, forever.

But it was just the beginning.

The young woman quickly learned that when you put yourself out into the world for public enjoyment, the public sometimes gets the wrong idea. Flooded with fan mail and personal letters from people who loved her work, Alana quickly learned the dark side of the path she had chosen to walk.

At first, it was one letter. An obsessive fan, someone who had seen her and decided that she owed it to him. She belonged to him, and she was only successful because of him. One letter turned into hundreds. Fan sites dedicated to her worship became some of her biggest worries. Her anxiety exploded when she saw posts documenting her movements, disclosing personal information, doxxing her apartment even- to the point where she had to move out of the city, somewhere less crowded.

Her work continued for a time after that, but as time elapsed, her inability to move freely and go places strangled her with unseen hands. Alana started to become withdrawn and the once social butterfly began to decline requests to go out with her friends. She stayed home, terrified, and even started to neglect work.

The topics shifted from love and adoration to contempt as she put modeling behind her, and those same fans who had elevated her to their personal goddess now called out for blood. If they couldn't have her, then she could never be free.

This world wasn't safe anymore. But she'd seen that advertisement recently, that game that the government tried to cover up... Terrasphere?

If not this world, perhaps she could have her freedom in that one...?