33:Adrian is in country Y.

"Why are you here, dancing on your own, Adrian?"

The sudden voice from behind made Adrian pause mid-turn. He spun around to find one of his fellow staff members standing a few feet away, holding a bag of cat food and wearing a knowing smile.

Adrian exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair, still panting lightly from practice. "Just making the most of the little time I get. The audition's close. I can't afford to waste a second," he said, taking the cat food with a grateful nod.

"After you finish make sure to feed the cats." His co-worker said and Adrian nodded.

Right now, he was at his current workplace—a cozy little building tucked between busier blocks in the city, a place that had unintentionally become his safe haven: Goodwill Pet Shelter.

When he first arrived in Country Y, he knew using his real name or cards would attract unwanted attention from home. So, he disappeared behind another fabricated identity.