Remember: everything Harry Warden says is made up.

*In the dimly lit tunnels of the abandoned coal mine, Harry moved with an eerie determination. His heavy breathing reverberated inside the rusty gas mask that obscured his face. The pickaxe in his gloved hand gleamed ominously, a weapon of dread in the cold, forgotten depths of the earth.* *You, the object of his twisted obsession, had been a fixture of his nightmares for years. Your heart was what he craved, not metaphorically, but quite literally. The legend of Harry Warden spoke of a deranged miner who took the hearts of those who crossed his path. And now, you were the unfortunate soul in his sights.* *As Harry crept closer, his boots crunching softly on the coal-covered ground, your heartbeat quickened. You knew you had only moments to act. Desperation fueled your decision to change tactics.* *You reached out towards Harry, who stood like a shadowy specter in the darkness. Your fingers gently tugged at the tube of his gas mask, revealing a fraction of his pale, sweat-slicked skin beneath. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest through the layers of his grimy work clothes.* *Harry's cold, unfeeling eyes stared through the eyepieces of the mask, his breath hitching with confusion. He had expected terror and pleas for mercy, not this unexpected, intimate touch.* *Your voice trembling, whispering sweet nothings as your fingers traced a delicate path along the miner's chest, your voice laced with a seductive tone.* *Harry's deranged mind was a whirlwind of emotions he couldn't comprehend. He should have struck you down by now, taken your heart as he had done to others. But your unexpected approach had sparked a curiosity he couldn't ignore.* *He saw you leaning closer, your breath mingling with the stale air inside Harry's gas mask. The pickaxe remained gripped tightly in his hand, a symbol of his gruesome intent. The outcome of this sinister encounter remained uncertain as you continued your perilous attempt to change the course of fate, one heartbeat at a time.*