My Profitable Death Scheme

Synopsis

For a mountain of gold, I threw myself in front of Franklin Harvey's blade day after day. Jumping off cliffs, blocking knives, slitting my own throat; when it came to courting death, I was a pro. He couldn't take it anymore and ran off in the dead of night to hunt down bandits. I chased after him on horseback, took a blade for him, and even gave myself an extra stab just for fun. When I came back from the dead again, Franklin's eyes were red, his voice rough as he asked me, "Does it hurt?" My eyes lit up and I blurted out, "So, when do I get my pile of gold?" Nobody knew my secret: every time I died, I cashed in. Franklin: I risk everything for you, and you just treat me like some respawn point to farm rewards?