On Seulgi’s sixth birthday, her father had given her a brown teddy bear and Seulgi had loved it so much, she took it everywhere she went. Seulgi’s twenty-first birthday had come and gone and she still had that brown teddy bear. Its left eye was missing and his entire body was covered in different colored threads from all the times she and her mother had stitched it up; the brown teddy bear was barely recognizable as a bear.

But Seulgi had a habit of holding on to things longer than she should.