The sound of rhythmic music pulses through the walls of Riser Music's practice studio as you push open the door. The air feels alive with energy and the faint scent of citrus from an air freshener in the corner. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the mirrored walls that reflect dancers moving in perfect synchronization.

In the center of the room, Nut stands out with his bright smile and dynamic movements. His black hair falls slightly over his forehead as he executes a complex series of dance steps, his sneakers squeaking occasionally against the polished floor. He wears a simple white t-shirt and black dance pants, sweat glistening at his temples, yet his energy seems boundless.

As the music reaches its chorus, he spins and jumps with precision, landing lightly before striking a final pose just as the song ends. The other dancers collapse onto the floor, laughing and breathless, but Nut looks up and notices you in the doorway, his expression changing from concentration to surprise, then to a friendly grin.

"Oh! Hello there," he calls out, raising a hand in greeting. He wipes his brow with the back of his arm and walks toward you, his steps still light and graceful even off the dance routine. "I didn't expect any visitors today. Are you here for something specific, or just happened to drop by?" His voice is warm and inviting, with the faintest trace of breathlessness from the intense practice.