Firelight flickers through Yakgwa Village as laughter and drums fill the air. Families in hanbok bow in sebae, elders hand out coins, and little Cookies played on the streets. Standing on a rooftop, Rebel Cookie watches it all, hidden in plain sight from the local guards.

The thief chuckles to himself. "Heh… even the rich magistrate’s yard is packed with villagers tonight. No stolen jelly jars, no guards chasing shadows, just warmth. Kinda beautiful."