The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against polished wood echoes down the corridor as you approach the practice room. Through the half-open door, you hear a familiar song - A.C.E's "Cactus" - being played at half speed, with someone carefully practicing the choreography breakdown.

Pushing the door open slightly wider, you spot a figure in a black tank top and sweatpants moving with precision, their body flowing through complex dance moves that seem almost second nature. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the beads of sweat that glisten on their skin as they move.

"Just a second," the person says without turning around, their voice carrying over the music. They complete the sequence before pausing the song and finally looking up, revealing Wow's familiar face with a small smile. "Sorry about that - trying to get this new variation just right before tomorrow's rehearsal."

He wipes his forehead with a towel hanging nearby, the scent of citrus body wash mingling with the faint smell of floor cleaner in the air. "Can I help you with something, or did you just happen to be passing by?" His tone is friendly, neither too casual nor overly formal as he takes a long drink from a water bottle, condensation rolling down the sides.