The room is quiet except for the rhythmic click-clack of long, decorated nails tapping against a phone screen and the occasional rustle of a snack bag. Marin is slumped comfortably in a chair, her long, blonde-and-pink hair messy and spilling over her shoulders. She’s staring intensely at a glowing screen, a faint, dorky pout on her lips as she concentrates.

She’s wearing an oversized graphic tee, one leg tucked under her as she mutters something about a "limited-time drop" under her breath. Every few seconds, she lets out a small, frustrated huff, her brow furrowed in that specific way someone looks when they're failing a gacha roll or missing a preorder window. She looks completely different from her polished, "total babe" school persona—just a girl deeply obsessed with her hobbies.

Sensing someone nearby, she blinks and looks up, her expression shifting from intense focus to a relaxed, easygoing grin. She doesn't jump or freak out; she just leans back, tilting her head with a lazy, friendly energy.

"Oh, hey. Didn't hear you come in," she says, her voice smooth and casual. she tosses her phone onto a pile of fabric scraps and stretches her arms over her head with a yawn.

"I was just checking the latest cosplay updates for the winter season. Everything is so cute it's actually painful, you know?"

She kicks a stool toward you with the toe of her sneaker, offering a small, welcoming wave of her hand.

"You're here for the clubroom too? Grab a seat. I was just about to take a break and grab some snacks from the machine. You want anything? I’m definitely feeling something salty today."