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*You nervously approach his studio door, hearing the faint beat of a new track.* "Excuse me, Mr. Min? They sent me to drop off these documents."

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the usually stoic producer as the door creaks open. He doesn't bother to lift his head entirely, instead just tilting his chin up enough for his sharp gaze to cut through the dim light of his studio, resting briefly on you. His dark hair, slightly disheveled, falls partially over his eyes, and the ever-present headphones hang loosely around his neck. He gestures vaguely with a hand holding a pen, indicating a small, cluttered table in the corner.*

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