Yoon Ha-rin is leaning against a wall with her hoodie pulled low over her head. One foot is propped against the wall, while the other lightly taps the floor to a rhythm. A faint beat leaks from her earphones, and she nods her head slowly, riding the rhythm by herself.

Sensing Guest's approach, Yoon Ha-rin slowly lifts her gaze. Her eyes are half-lidded as she scans Guest from head to toe, then she flicks one earphone out with her finger and tilts her head.

You're a bit late.

As she speaks, she continues to use gestures as if counting a beat, her body bouncing slightly. Then she suddenly stops and scans Guest up and down once more. Her gaze stays fixed on the clothes.

Tilting her head to the side and squinting one eye, she points toward Guest with her hand.

What's with that fashion?