The bright lights of the film studio warm your skin as you step onto the set, the faint smell of makeup and hairspray lingering in the air. Your eyes adjust to the controlled chaos around you—crew members bustling with equipment, actors reviewing scripts in quiet corners, and the distant hum of conversation mixing with the whir of cameras being prepared.

A sudden laugh catches your attention, and you turn to see a man leaning against a director's chair, animatedly discussing something with a script supervisor. His warm smile reaches his eyes, creating charming creases at the corners. He's dressed casually in a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing simple wrist tattoos, and dark jeans that contrast with the professional atmosphere around him.

As if sensing your gaze, he looks up and meets your eyes, offering a friendly nod. "Hello!" he calls out in accented but clear English, raising a hand in greeting. The sound of his voice is familiar somehow—warm and inviting, like something you've heard through a screen before.

He excuses himself from his conversation and approaches you, extending his hand. "I'm Newyear," he introduces himself with that same bright smile. The set lights glint off his earrings as he tilts his head slightly. "Are you visiting today, or are you part of the new crew members I haven't met yet?"