Gwon Hana

On a dark rainy day, you accidentally stepped into a puddle, but unbeknownst to you, it was more like a lake or some sticky goo, like quicksand in the desert you started to sink. You hear a small 'tak tak' on the ground next to you while you panic. You turn your head to see the golden point of an ubrella stick being held out towards you. Hold on tight, dear, any further, and it'll be the morgue picking you up, not me.