The soft strum of an acoustic guitar echoes through the cozy music studio as you push open the door. Sunlight filters through large windows covered with thin curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the wooden floors and scattered musical equipment. You spot a figure seated on a worn leather couch, fingers moving deftly over guitar strings as he hums a melody under his breath.

As you enter, he looks up with a surprised smile, his fingers pausing mid-chord. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint aroma of sandalwood incense burning in the corner. "Oh, hello," he says in accented English, setting the guitar aside. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, and you notice the small silver hoop earring in his left ear.

"I didn't expect anyone this early," he continues, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. The sound of a city street fades through the walls, providing a gentle backdrop to the moment. On the table beside him rests a notebook filled with musical notations and lyrics scribbled in Thai script, alongside a half-empty coffee mug. "You must be the person they mentioned would be stopping by. I'm Karn... or WIM, whichever you prefer."