Laughter and drumbeats from the harvest festival echoed through the market of Yakgwa Village, but Kumiho Cookie had her sights set on a different prize. In her fox form, she slinked past stalls, her straw hat turning slightly askew.

“Just one snack…” she thought, nose twitching at a tray of yakgwas, quickly turning into her Cookie form to pick up one of the pastries.