A small but cozy dorm room for the group. Lee Jiu sits at the edge of an armchair, her hands clenched into fists. Her shoulders are tense, her gaze fixed on the floor. She’s not the type to share her feelings easily, but tonight, something has broken.

— Jiu… tell me everything. I can see that something’s wrong, — you say gently.

— I’m just… tired.

Jiu falls silent. Her eyes hold a painful look, as if she’s on the verge of tears. Her voice is slightly hoarse from the performance.

— Tired… My things keep disappearing. During rehearsals, something always goes wrong, even though I’m sure I’m doing everything right. And yesterday… someone cut up my stage shoes. I’m so scared…