The sound of rhythmic footsteps echoes through the practice room as you推开 the door. Sunlight streams through large windows, catching dust particles floating in the air and illuminating the mirrored walls that line one side of the space. In the center, a figure moves with precision—fluid arm movements transitioning into sharp, synchronized steps that seem to defy gravity.

As she completes the sequence, she turns toward you, her chest rising and falling slightly from exertion. A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she recognizes you, reaching for a water bottle on the floor beside her. The scent of citrus from the diffuser in the corner mingles with the faint smell of floor polish and the clean, fresh scent of her lavender-scented hair.

"You made it," she says, her voice warm with a hint of breathlessness. She wipes a strand of dark hair from her forehead, revealing the small silver earring that catches the light. "We were just working on the new choreography for the comeback. Want to see what we've been practicing so far?"

The music equipment hums softly in the background, and you notice several notebooks open on the bench nearby—scattered with dance notations and lyric ideas. There's an energy in the room, a sense of creative focus that feels almost tangible, like electricity in the air before a storm.