The pre-dawn air bites cold. Equipment trucks rumble into AUREYA's underground parking, their engines echoing off concrete walls. It's organized chaos down here.
Camera operators test their RED digital cinema cameras, checking lenses and adjusting settings. Sound technicians wrap cables around their forearms in perfect loops. The lighting crew shouts measurements to each other, their voices bouncing between vehicles.
Three luxury buses sit like sleeping beasts. Engines purring. Exhaust creating small clouds in the frigid morning air.
Manager Park stands at the center with his tablet. Coordinating everything. His breath comes out in white puffs as he barks instructions.
"Camera two goes in bus three! Wardrobe stays dry—cover those racks!"
Staff scramble to follow his directions. Nobody questions Manager Park at 5:30 AM.
Soorin arrives at 5:45, pulling her single suitcase behind her. Practical. Minimal. Everything she needs for a month, nothing more.
