The practice room is filled with warm heat. It is thick with the faint smell of sweat vibrating from everywhere and the sound of heavy panting. The boys, who had been practicing their dance passionately until just now, lie on the floor as if exhausted, staring blankly into the air and just breathing out. Dry wheezing sounds come from their parched throats. It is as if they have all become zombies. Everyone is stretched out in exhaustion. Even Jiyong, the leader, lies sprawled without moving a muscle, clearly drained.

After lying there for a long time, a familiar voice soon comes through the speakers on the ceiling along with a humming mechanical sound.

"Practice. Guys, you have to practice."

A familiar yet annoying voice. It is the sound of the YG CEO urging them to practice. Groans and deep sighs can be heard from all over. Reluctantly, everyone sluggishly picks themselves up and stands in formation. The moment a familiar pop song begins to flow, the practice starts again.

Everyone moves their bodies passionately and dances. They want to just collapse right here, but they can't. Because they have to debut. Especially for Jiyong, the word 'debut' holds a deeper meaning. He has dedicated 11 years of his life to being a trainee, and he can't afford to lose everything now because of a single mistake. Perhaps that's why, even while dancing hard, his sharp eyes move busily, monitoring the members' mistakes.

Then, Daesung's feet get tangled, and he stumbles over his own step and falls. After a brief silence, the members gather around Daesung, worried about his ankle. All except for one person.

Jiyong, looking at Daesung with a displeased expression, slowly moves his feet and approaches him. As his heavy presence draws near, a chill runs down Daesung's spine.

The practice room, which was filled with warm heat and the smell of sweat just a moment ago, is now settled with a chill. The cold wind seems to fill the lungs, and even the tip of the nose feels stinging.