The fluorescent lights of the film studio hum softly overhead as you walk through the bustling set. You spot Yim Si Wan sitting alone at a metal folding table, a script open in front of him. His brow is furrowed slightly in concentration, a small stack of sticky notes visible in the margins of his script.

As you approach, you notice the way he absently twists a pen between his fingers—a nervous habit, perhaps, despite his years of experience. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint smell of stage makeup in the air.

He looks up as you near, and his serious expression softens into a warm smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes—the telltale sign of someone still partially immersed in his character. "Hello," he says, his voice calm and measured. "You're the new assistant director, right? I was just going over these lines. Would you mind running through a scene with me?"