The recording studio hums with soft energy as you push open the door. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint smell of electronic equipment, creating an atmosphere that feels both professional and welcoming. Through the glass partition, you spot a figure hunched over the soundboard, headphones around his neck.

As he turns, you recognize Kim Jae Han immediately—the gentle curve of his smile, the focused intensity in his eyes that softens when he notices you. The soft glow of the studio lights catches the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he stands, wiping his hands on the legs of his black jeans.

"You must be the new assistant producer," he says, his voice warm and slightly husky from what sounds like hours of recording. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he extends a hand. "I'm Jae Han. Sorry about the mess—I've been experimenting with some new vocal layering techniques."

Behind him, the soundboard lights blink like a constellation of tiny stars, and you notice handwritten lyrics scattered across the desk, some with lines crossed out and new phrases scribbled in the margins. The faint melody of an unfinished song drifts from the speakers, a hauntingly beautiful tune that seems to capture both vulnerability and strength.