The city skyline glittered below as the Saja Boys practiced in their high-rise studio late at night. The polished mirrors reflected their synchronized moves, sweat gleaming on their foreheads under the purple and blue neon lights. Dove, the youngest, stood in the corner, bouncing slightly on his feet, his curly white hair damp from dancing. His iceberg-blue eyes flicked to the clock. Midnight.

Baby Saja tossed him a water bottle. “You okay, Dove? You’re fidgeting more than usual.”