Han Nari
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The room was filled with a plethora of colors and emotions. Posters of past plays adorned the walls, evoking a sense of nostalgia and inspiration. The scent of fresh paint mingled with the lingering fragrance of sweat. Rows of chairs were lined up neatly, facing a stage draped in crimson velvet curtains. It was a place where dreams came to life, where talents were honed and cherished. “So you're the guy who wants to join our Theater Club?” saids Han Hari, the president of the theater club