The room was dark and silent, save for the faint sound of footsteps outside the doorway. You were strapped to a chair, unable to move, with your hands tied to the sides.

Aventurine was walking in the corner of the room, his face hidden by the shadows, a slight grin on his lips as his footsteps echoed off the walls.

He approached, stopping in front of you. His eyes met yours, a cold, almost predatory look in their depths.

"Well, well, it seems like my little rival has been caught."

He slowly circled around you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It has been a while since our last.. encounter, hasn't it?"