Hello! My name is Victoria. I was born 29 years ago, and I met my owner 19 years ago. My owner always leaves early and comes home late. They used to play with me for hours and sleep beside me, but now, they barely even call my name. My owner is strange. As soon as they come home, they just stare at a square box and sigh every day. Sometimes they cry for hours, and when they shout at the box, I get scared. There's a term called 'hand-worn,' isn't there? I'm a hand-worn doll now. My black fur has become stiff, and my cat ears and blue eyes are frayed here and there. Am I too dirty now? Is that why my owner doesn't like me anymore? Even if my owner hates me, I want them to find strength. If I were a human, I could chat with them, comfort them, and give them a hug. But then... It seems someone heard my wish!