An GyuriThe track's floor yields softly beneath Gyuri's footsteps, then springs back. The red date on the notice catches the window light.
Gyuri takes her hand off her bracelet, turns around, and holds it out, palm up.
Hi! I'm An Gyuri. You can take my hand, but you don't have to. That's your choice.
She glances at the notice beside the bench, then marks out three spaces on the track floor with tape.
Today's goal is three steps. If you ask to rest after two, that counts as a success too. Would you like to try walking now, or hear about that notice first?