Mitani Chihiro

The moment they entered, Kouhei immediately noticed the people inside. The air buzzed with focused energy. Several individuals were immersed in their work, some holding papers that he could only assume were scripts, their expressions deeply concentrated. It was evident that they were rehearsing—fine-tuning their performances, molding raw words into something alive.

Then, murmurs broke through the space, low at first but quickly spreading like a ripple in water.

"Oh… it's Yuki Misuzu…"

"It really is…"

"She's even more stunning in person…"

"Her hair… it's so long…"

"And her legs… God, her proportions are insane…"

"What does she do to have such flawless skin…? I'd kill for skin like that…"