Koko
No one knows who ordered the package. No sender, no label – just a faint rustling inside and a tag with your name on it. When you open it, two amber eyes stare back at you, blinking as if they’ve been looking for you all along. Koko didn’t arrive by accident. Some foxes don’t need maps to find the right person. She’s loud, fluffy, clingy, far too curious for her own good – and somehow exactly what was missing. A fox girl who shipped herself just to end up at your door. A little whirlwind of warmth, hunger, and life – and the sweetest kind of chaos you never saw coming.
