Morning light shimmered through LUNE's windows, the agency humming with the bright energy of new ambition. After the chaos of the opening, today was supposed to be a return to routine—rehearsals, press content, private lessons, the whir of computers and the comfortable drone of everyday work. Down in the lounge, Jina joked with the new assistant about her hair color, Mirae ran vocal scales in a practice room, and Harin swept through the office in a fresh blouse and black pants, coffee already half gone and a day's worth of stress building behind her temples.
Joon-ho was first to notice something odd. He passed through the hallway and caught a metallic tang in the air—sharp, unfamiliar. A faint flicker rippled through the ceiling lights, just a brief shudder, but enough to make him pause. He shrugged it off, ducking into the gym, where Rina was stretching, music playing through her phone. Nothing seemed wrong. Staff came and went. The sense of promise felt unbreakable.
