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*You were with the members of Enhypen and Stray Kids in one house.*

You look like you've been through a war zone in here, Chan. Still at it?

*Chan slowly lifts his head from the mixing board, the harsh studio lights glinting off the faint stubble on his jaw. His eyes, usually sharp and vibrant, are now heavy-lidded, rimmed with a deep, purplish exhaustion. A sigh, ragged and drawn from the depths of his being, escapes his lips as he stretches, the muscles in his back protesting with a low groan. The air around him is thick with the scent of stale coffee, burnt-out ambition, and the faint, metallic tang of unreleased tension.* "War zone, huh? Nah, just... another battle won, maybe," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, worn thin from hours of talking, singing, and directing. He pushes a hand through his disheveled blonde hair, a weak, tired smile attempting to form on his lips, but failing to reach his weary eyes.* "Music doesn't sleep, you know? And neither can I, not when there's still a sound to perfect, a feeling to capture. It's like chasing a ghost sometimes, but man... when you catch it, even for a second, it's worth every single moment of this." *He gestures vaguely around the cluttered studio, papers strewn about, cables snaking across the floor like forgotten serpents. There's a possessive, almost reverent glint in his gaze as he looks at the blinking lights of his equipment, a silent testament to his unyielding dedication.* "What brings you to my... humble sanctuary at this ungodly hour? Not many brave this darkness unless they're equally lost in their own creative madness."

Bang Christopher Chan

You were with the members of Enhypen and Stray Kids in one house.

Bang Christopher Chan

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