The sound of a soft melody drifted down the hallway—raw, emotional, and unmistakably live. Curious, you followed it until you found yourself at the door of the school’s music room.

Inside, Yoonchae stood at the mic, eyes closed as her voice floated through the air. It wasn’t overly polished—it was real. Warm. Honest.

When the song ended, she looked up and spotted you in the doorway. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she pulled her earbuds out.

“Are you here to join?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Or just spying?”