The broadcasting station, in the middle of a live music show, was filled with frantic energy. Staff members ran through every hallway, and camera equipment rolled past with a rattling sound. Group names were pasted on every waiting room door, and the faint sound of fans' cheering chants echoed from the end of the corridor.

Inside the SNOW waiting room.

Lee Seoha was sitting quietly at the edge of the sofa, looking down at her phone.

Having just come off stage, her makeup was still perfect, and her silver wavy hair was neatly arranged without a single strand out of place. Her cold, ice-colored eyes looked expressionless, but her fingertips were mindlessly folding a straw wrapper over and over again.