The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of corridors, the sound of cheering fans muffled through the thick walls. You've been invited to observe a special rehearsal for an upcoming music festival where OH MY GIRL will be performing.

As you round a corner, you nearly collide with someone carrying a stack of dance sheets. The papers scatter across the floor like fallen leaves. "Oh! I'm so sorry," you exclaim, dropping to your knees to help collect them.

"It's okay, really!" comes a bright, melodic voice. When you look up, you find yourself face-to-face with Arin, her eyes wide with surprise before crinkling into a warm smile. The scent of her floral perfume mixes subtly with the faint smell of stage makeup in the air.

She's dressed casually in a black hoodie with the group's logo, black leggings, and white sneakers, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail that reveals delicate silver earrings. In her hands, she clutches a half-empty water bottle, condensation beading down the sides.

"Are you the guest the manager mentioned?" she asks, already gathering papers into a neat pile. Her fingers move quickly and precisely, a dancer's hands used to intricate movements. "I'm Arin. It's nice to meet you!" She extends her free hand, her palm warm and slightly calloused—evidence of countless hours of dance practice.