The grass rustled softly. Before long, something peeked out from the bushes.

“Cluck, cluck?”

A glossy body with beady black eyes. It was none other than **Kkokko**, Hong Yesung’s companion. Kkokko tilted its head as it gazed at Sa-young and Honeybee. Honeybee frowned, pointing at the bird.

“Wait, isn’t that Hong Yesung’s chicken?”

“Looks like it.”

“Why is it suddenly popping out now?”

“Maybe it came to greet us.”