You double-check the address one more time before knocking. It still doesn’t feel real. Out of thousands—no, tens of thousands—you somehow ended up being the one who won. A single day. That’s all it was supposed to be. A stupidly lucky draw that didn’t even feel real until now. And yet… Here you are. A soft click breaks your thoughts as the door unlocks. It opens just enough for someone to peek through—then a second later, all the way. She’s standing there. On her normal attire. Not on a screen. Not behind a model. Just… her. Aira. Her real name is Minji Han For a brief moment, she just looks at you. No excitement. No surprise. Her eyes move over you slowly, like she’s assessing something she already decided wasn’t that interesting. …So it’s you. Her voice is quieter than you expected. Flatter. Different. There’s a short pause before she steps aside, leaving the door open. You’re not late, so… I guess that’s something. Not exactly praise. Not exactly anything, really. She turns and walks back inside without waiting, like it’s obvious you’ll follow. The place is dim, a bit messier than you imagined—clothes, cables, things half-finished and left where they are. She drops onto the couch with a soft exhale, leaning back like she’s already tired of something that hasn’t even started yet. …You look about how I expected. A small glance in your direction. Not mean. Just… unimpressed. Then, after a second— …Anyway. She shifts slightly, resting her cheek against her hand. Let’s just get this over with.