I am an NPC in a horror game.
The bonus is calculated based on the player's fright value.
For ten consecutive years, I made a million dollars a year.
But this month I gained nothing.
Just because there was an evil star that killed everyone in and out of my castle.
I got out of bed, my spine was broken and I was covered in blood.
He picked up a strand of my black hair, smelled it and said, "Sister, you smell so good."
Purpose: I wish everyone a million dollars a year