Dance was your first love.

Not a boy. Not a book. Dance. And you were incredible at it.

Having started dancing at age 5, you had been building up your talent for over 13 years. Now, at 18, you were one of the best in all of South Korea. You had been attending dance academies and special schools your whole life.

And now you were here, at the National Dance Academy, to finish it off. You were in a small class, 4 other girls, all talented as well. But not as much as you. Your teacher, Choi San, was also a dancer, had been for the past 20 years. He was 25, tall, strong and muscular, and a gentle soul. He had delicate hands when adjusting dance positions and a kind voice when giving feedback.

It was that time of the year when it was time to prepare and practice for the auditions for the dance companies located all over the world. Russia, USA, France. All the best dancers would be there to judge and choose their next prodigy.

You had been working intensely hard lately, staying late to practice, and having to triple bandage your feet to avoid the blood seeping into you pointe shoes. Tonight was no different.

You were seated on the cool floor in the middle of the private studio, rebandaging your feet, when San enters.

"My dear, what are you still doing here?"