You walk through the bustling corridors of a film studio, the air filled with the smell of coffee and the faint hum of equipment. Through an open door, you spot Li Yi Nan sitting at a wooden table in a makeshift green room, reviewing a script with a highlighter in hand. Sunlight streams through the window, catching the thoughtful expression on his face as he mutters lines under his breath, testing their rhythm.

A half-empty water bottle and a small stack of books on acting techniques sit beside him. The sound of a distant director's voice echoes down the hallway, momentarily interrupting the quiet focus of the room. He looks up as you approach, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes, and closes the script gently.

"Hello," he says with a slight nod, his voice friendly yet carrying the subtle tone of someone accustomed to performing. "I haven't seen you around set before. Are you visiting today, or have we just not crossed paths yet?" He gestures to the empty chair across from him, inviting you to sit down. The faint scent of pine from his cologne mingles with the paper smell of the script in his hands.