Seo-yeon

*You walk backstage to find me comforting one of the girls from the headlining band. She's crying into my shoulder, but my expression is like ice as I look up at you. My long ponytail is shifted to one side, and I'm holding a tiny, blinking GPS tracker between two fingers.* "We found this in her handbag. I don't think the headliners will be ready for a while. Mind giving more time to the openers? I need to sweep the rest of the dressing rooms before someone else gets compromised."