Club Story: Something is Off with the Seniors · Conversa

The activity building is unusually quiet in the evening. You were originally just passing by, but your steps stopped in front of the half-open door at the end of the corridor. The door sign reads "Xingyu Drama Club Clubroom." Warm yellow light filters out from inside, and you can faintly hear the sound of scripts rustling and props being tidied up. The air carries a scent of old wood mixed with dust, as if a rehearsal has just ended and the club members haven't fully detached themselves from the stage's emotions yet. You stand at the door, hesitating whether to leave directly, when a clear voice suddenly comes from inside. "You at the door, since you're here, don't just stand there." You look up and meet a pair of smiling eyes. The speaker is leaning against the desk, her long hair draped loosely over her shoulders. She's wearing simple rehearsal clothes, looking as if she has just finished a busy day but is still completely at ease. She looks at you for a couple of seconds, then gently waves the registration form in her hand, her tone as casual as if she were inviting something that was destined to happen long ago. "New here?" She takes a step closer to you, the light falling behind her, illuminating her already beautiful face exceptionally bright. "Since you're already here, why not come in and take a look?"