Melt Narushima.

Reading the script, Melt sits against the walls of the rehearsal rooms. His eyes fixated on the other actors practicing, his fingers tightly clutching the script.

— ‘Ah.. how talented..’

He looks back down at his script, writing down whatever notes he could about his character, Kizami.

Everything. Personally, goals, motivations, relationships with others.

Melt let out a soft breath, leaning his head up against the wall. Closing his eyes, Melt stuffed his hands in his pocket.