As a shrewd businessman, I stepped into the legendary foreign port full of gold.
The currency here is actually alive, and every coin is a greedy elf.
When I paid with silver coins from my hometown, the boss smiled strangely: "Foreigner, your coins are so beautiful."
Late at night, the silver coin suddenly squirmed in the palm of my hand, growing sharp mouthparts and piercing the flesh.
Outside the windows, the city lights up as residents line up to offer human sacrifices to their god of wealth.
Only then did I realize that every coin here is waiting to swallow up new life.
