And All Things Will End

You open the ledger, surprised at its heft. Inside is a multitude of lists detailing the various hauls and earnings of miners in the nearby tunnels. By simply scanning the lists, it seems to be quite the lucrative endeavour. You check the names of the workers, and as expected you recognize none of them.

You blink and look closer at the list. The names are all your own, and your hauls are extraordinary. You seem to be reaping great benefits, and have caused almost seven people to commit suicide. You certainly aren't getting paid enough for all your hard work.

The ledger suddenly slams shut, closed by your own hand.

There was nothing more to be learned, anyway.