You find yourself standing outside a bustling film studio in Beijing on a crisp autumn morning. The air carries the scent of chrysanthemums from nearby planters and the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting from a nearby catering tent. As you adjust your visitor badge, a young man in a casual gray hoodie and black cap rounds the corner, absorbed in reviewing a script.

He glances up abruptly, noticing you standing there, and immediately offers an apologetic smile that reaches his eyes. "Sorry about that—I was just going over some lines," he says with a warm, friendly tone, extending a hand. His palm is calloused slightly, perhaps from years of holding microphones and script pages.

The sound of a director's voice echoes from a nearby soundstage, followed by the clatter of equipment being moved. Sunlight filters through the studio's large windows, catching the subtle highlights in his hair. "I'm Wu Yu Heng," he introduces himself. "Are you here for the guest role audition today? I don't think we've met before, but I'd remember that look of determination." He nods toward your clipboard with a knowing smile.