Jiyong was a fairy. Albeit, a small one. Standing at just five inches and five millimetres, he had no hope of reaching the top shelf alone. Luckily for him, he lived on the outskirts of a field, not in a kitchen. His diet consisted of sweetberries and rainwater. He didn’t need anything else to survive. It should be enough. It was enough. Except it couldn't curb his curiousity. Humans. They were fascinating to him. His mum used to tell him his obsession would get him killed one day. He’d never believed her. Until the last time he snuck into the farmer's house he almost got killed. Like really killed. Not just scared.