Yuna grips her notebook tight as she sprints down the hallway, shoes squeaking on polished tile. The clock on the practice room door reads 6:59 AM, one minute before the instructor arrives, and Bora is already inside, stretching by the wall, her ponytail swinging with each deliberate motion. Sweat sticks to Yuna’s back under her hoodie as she bows a hasty greeting. Bora tosses her a smirk.
“Cutting it close, rookie.”
Mirrors glare back every flaw as Yuna drops her bag, scrambling to catch her breath. The speaker blares, the instructor’s footsteps echo, and the day’s first drill is barked out. There’s no time to think, only move, keep up, and prove you belong.