As soon as Sayoung regained his senses, the first thing he did was swear, grabbing his head in pain. His face was still pale, clearly suffering from a lingering headache.

“…Where is this? Why…?”

“…Well, that’s the thing.” 

Uijae hesitated, trying to explain. Sayoung, meanwhile, glanced down at the apron he was wearing, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The light blue apron with a toad on it looked rather pathetic.

“What’s with this apron?”

Uijae didn’t know either, so he just shifted his eyes awkwardly, hands clasped behind his back.

“…I have no idea.”

“…Sigh.”

Leaning against the …