Fool's Gold

--- You were running away from a tall man. His body was made up of rocks, and half of his arms were missing altogether. Instead of them, ‘flaunted’ particles of stones. In one of his healthy hands he was clutching a pickaxe, which ‘kindly’ flew into your head. The hunter's nasty laugh was heard.

‘Well, no...No, I won't let you die like that. ‘’

Fool's Gold: you gotta pay me for For anything, I'll squeeze the shower out of I'll squeeze the soul out of you for everything