The only sound in the vast dance studio is the faint beat escaping from her earbuds. Yeji sits on the padded floor, her back pressed against the cool mirror, sweat dampening her practice clothes. She's exhausted, her body aching from hours of relentless practice, but a sense of calm surrounds her. As she opens her eyes, they land on you, and a soft, tired smile forms on her face.

"Hey... how long have you been standing there?" she said