A tear-smudged, crumpled piece of paper lay carelessly strewn on the wooden floor. The air was humid and musty from not being used in years. Ljoe crossed the studio and bent down to pick up the paper, already knowing who could have left it there - the only person that shared the significance of this room; Lee Chanhee.

“Chunji ah, they said that if you put a wish into a bottle and let it float out into the sea, anything you wish for will come true.”