Snip, snip.

He snipped the scissors lightly before finding a rhythm. The sound of the scissors spread around with the dried fish store as the center.

Maru kept snipping without saying a word. The rhythm was strangely addictive and it made people move their shoulders.

Even the people who didn’t show any interest despite the presence of the camera started approaching at the sound of the scissors.

It was mostly elderly, but there were quite a lot of students wearing school uniforms. They were clearly students headed to the tteokbokki alley further down the market.

People started gathering around the small stage that was a chair.

She didn’t understand what was happening even as she watched everything unfold.

The snipping continued for about ten minutes without any accompanying music before stopping. Maru, who was just snipping away like he was possessed, finally opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

“Now, then.”

They were two simple words. Those two words reminded her of the train.

Merchants selling miscellaneous stuff in boxes on trains. It was the voice unique to them.

There was a sense of rhythm in his blunt voice like that of the snipping.

“This is no amazing item, but it ain’t your ordinary stuff either. It’s a special...