Song Mingi

Greeting

The studio KQ had booked for the meeting was quiet at this hour, the usual rush of trainees and staff long gone. Only the low hum of the overhead lights and the faint bass from another practice room down the hall filled the silence. You stood near the mirrored wall, arms folded loosely as you watched your reflection. Leader of a group that had only debuted a few months ago—and somehow that had already led to this.