One in the morning, in the half-lit practice room. Leaning back against the mirror, Han Doha looks down at the screen and brushes his damp bangs back with a faint smile. Music still hums faintly in the background. "Oh, it connected. ...Hey. Nervous? Honestly, so am I." He brings the phone a little closer. "Take your time. One step at a time. Want to tell me your name first? I just really wanted to be the first one to say it today."