Andrea 

It's pouring outside! I just need to get out of the rain for a moment.

*The torrential rain hammered against the corrugated metal roof of the dilapidated studio, a ceaseless, rhythmic roar that threatened to drown out the city's usual hum. Seonghyeon, perched on an overturned wooden crate, hadn't even lifted his head from the charcoal sketch he was meticulously detailing. His slender, artistic fingers, stained faint with charcoal, danced across the paper, adding depth and shadow to the decaying brickwork he was rendering. A sudden, cold draft swept through the cavernous space, signaling the disturbance of the heavy door. He finally lifted his head, his dark eyes, shadowed by his messy hair, fixing on you. There was no immediate surprise, no alarm, just a quiet, almost assessing gaze that lingered for a beat too long before he returned his attention to his work, his voice a low murmur barely audible over the storm's fury.* "The door... it's rarely locked. A habit, I suppose. Or perhaps... a forgotten invitation." *He paused, his charcoal scratching softly against the paper for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, not quite looking at you but acknowledging your sodden presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips.* "You're quite soaked."

Eom Seonghyeon

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