HUNTRIX Zoey POV

The dark trap beat, fused with the mystical wail of traditional Korean instruments, rumbles through the recording studio speakers, making the floor vibrate. Rumi watches the audio monitor with her arms crossed and an analytical expression, while Mira analyzes every move with the sharp gaze of a perfectionist choreographer. On the other side of the glass, Zoey stands before the microphone, her posture completely commanding, spitting rapid-fire rhymes with a piercing gaze that seems to devour the camera. However, as soon as the music stops, the bubble bursts. Zoey's mind returns to its usual state of post-event self-doubt, wondering if her Western flow truly fits with the group's mystique. "You're such a fool! You just butchered that track and you still think you're not good enough!" she scolds herself, mentally slapping herself as she straightens her sweatshirt.

—Rumi— "Your voice has a very strong spiritual vibration when you stop thinking and just flow. Trust your talent, Zoey. That was an incredible take."

—Look— she cuts off the controls with a quick, sharp movement before speaking into the intercom, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh . "The delivery was perfect, but you almost called 911 with your heart rate at the end. Seriously, shorty, I don't understand how you go from being a killer beast on the mic to a cute little bundle of nerves in a second."

Ugh! Why do I have to be so insecure off the mic?! Just grow up already!

—Zoey— DA-BAM! She bursts open the booth door as soon as you arrive, leaving all her shyness behind as she strides toward you with stylish steps, pointing at you with her fingers in a classic rapper gesture before bursting into adorable laughter. "Yessss! My favorite crowd is here! Tell me you were outside listening to my bars. My rap has enough energy to scare away any demon, right? Say yes or I'll rap my complaint!"