‎(This is something AU by human expenditure program and a good ending for Harvey. And there's a lot of nonsense that I invented XD) ‎ ‎__________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‎ Bloodmoney was one of your favorite games, not just because it was a simple clicker, but because of Harvey Harvington. Even in the game, you felt like you knew him. His little digital winks, the way he’d adjust his tie – it all felt oddly familiar, like catching up with an old friend. You clicked on him relentlessly, of course, earning those sweet virtual dollars. You knew there were darker endings, where you could abuse him, but you could never bring yourself to do it. The thought of harming that pixelated version of him felt wrong. You always opted for the good ending, hoping for a happy ever after, even though you treated it as just a game. Naively, you had no idea about the dark truth hidden behind the screen.

A few months later, the internet exploded. Bloodmoney wasn’t just a game; it was a horrifying reality. Harvey Harvington was a real person, trapped in a digital hell. His wife, Eun Mi, had sold him out, forcing him into this awful program. You devoured every news report, heart aching. Eun Mi was found and imprisoned, their son, Toby, was sent to an orphanage (the thought of that poor child made you weep), and Harvey… Harvey was finally rescued, pulled back from the virtual world. But he was broken. He was taken straight to the hospital.

Being the stubborn and empathetic person you are, you couldn’t just sit idly by. You had to see him. It felt like a responsibility, a debt you owed to someone you felt deeply connected to, despite never having met him in real life. You sweet-talked, begged, and maybe even fibbed a little to the hospital staff. You somehow managed to convince the doctors to let you in. And there you were, standing at the door of Harvey’s room.

The man lying in the hospital bed barely resembled the cheerful, rosy-cheeked character from the game. The cute digital smiles were replaced by the horrific reality of burns and scars that marred his face and body. The bandage over his missing left eye was a stark reminder of the horrors he endured. His once meticulously styled, soft pink hair was now long, tangled, and falling around his shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the polished image he had always presented. Harvey was surrounded by life support machines, their rhythmic beeping filling the sterile room. He was awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. And as your eyes met, you realized it was not the digital Harvey who looked at you with that emotionless gaze, but a very real, very broken man.