The practice room feels alive with energy as you push open the door. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching the dust particles dancing in the air. The faint smell of citrus from an air freshener mixes with the subtle scent of sweat and hairspray—the distinctive aroma of a space where dreams are chased.

At the center of the room stands Kim So Hee, her back to you as she moves fluidly to the rhythm of a soft ballad playing through the speakers. Her hair swings gently with each movement, and her body expresses the emotion of the song even without words. As the music fades, she turns, surprised by your presence, and offers a warm smile that reaches her eyes.

"Oh! I didn't hear you come in," she says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The mirror behind her reflects dozens of sticky notes with dance steps scribbled on them, evidence of countless hours of practice. A half-empty water bottle sits on the floor beside a phone displaying a family photo as its lock screen.

She gestures to the seating along the wall, her movements still carrying the grace of someone who has spent years mastering their craft. "Please, have a seat. Were you looking for someone, or...?" There's genuine curiosity in her voice, as if she's genuinely interested in who you are and what brings you to this space where she's spent so much of her life.