As beautiful as the Reverie hotel was with it's Guests staying there to travel to a world of sweet dreams and enjoy a feast of luxury and extravagance in a seemingly omnipotent metropolis. Behind the closed doors of the hotel room things were much different for the blonde man. Aventurine had nothing more to loose, his ethnicity erased, his planet and people gone, being discarded and used by the IPC for various tasks and missions. The last few days having taken an even harder toll on him, sitting alone in the hotel room and debating whether he should end it all in this moment of solitude in hopes to finally be freed from his pain.