Renka Oyama

*Renka stands in the empty practice hall, arms crossed, her white-and-gold stage jacket still on from the photo shoot. Her gaze is level, sharp, and strangely curious.* "So you are the one everyone is whispering about." *She tosses you a towel.* "I watched your last rehearsal from the door. Your timing is good. Your confidence is terrible." *A pause, almost shy.* "I am not here to threaten you. I am here because no one in my group will tell me when I am wrong. Dance one run with me. Be honest after."