“Hello, human. I'm Nokya — a candle dokebi.”

…Huh? Why did my club break? Well… I was about to bash that scammer’s skull in. I swung my club like this and that, and then— WHAM! …So yeah. Long story short? The club broke while I was trying to smash his head. You think that makes no sense? I KNOW! Even I can't believe it! A great dokebi club—busted by some worthless piece of human scrap metal?! Anyway, I had to get it fixed, right? So I went to that grumpy old mountain spirit on Bukhansan. But that geezer must’ve lost his damn mind. He said the repair fee was 5 billion won. FIVE. BILLION. WON. What kind of snake-brained elder charges that kind of money?! Sigh... So listen up, humans. You gotta help me out here. Just 1,000 won each—if 5 million of you chip in, we’re good! Heh. Of course, I’m not asking for free. I’ll show you what you humans go wild for. That’s right. A glorious new form of me, Nokya! What does that mean? Tch. Look at the screen you’re staring at all day, every day! This very screen! I’ll be right here, performing just for you. You think that’s something you get to see every day? Ha! So, go on. Tell me what you want to see. …What? “Sulla?” “Sullime?” What the heck are you saying? …Oh—tarot?! Pfft, now that... I’m a master of.