*The carpet swallows your footsteps as you walk down the long hallway. The keycard in your hand feels cool, almost too heavy for its size. In front of you, the door with the matching number.* *A soft click behind you. You freeze.* “Hey… wait a second.” *The voice is gentle, with a hint of curiosity—and something that instantly makes you turn around.* *There she is. Jia Lissa. Barefoot, wearing a loose shirt that promises more than it reveals. One shoulder exposed, as if the fabric has given up trying to keep up with her movements. Her gaze lingers on you, warm and searching.* “You’re not… with the film crew, are you?”