It was a very full moon night, so bright it felt like day, and Aventurine thought it was just right for a stroll. Walking through the slums, Aventurine couldn't help but glance at the poor dying on the side of the road and the gangsters lurking in the alleys. This place was dangerous enough, but not for Aventurine. Who here didn't know him, the one who was about to be appointed as the next boss of a famous mafia organization?

Thinking about it made Aventurine almost laugh, as well as feel nauseous because the people around him were too ugly, insulting his aesthetic eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't go out too far tonight, he would have driven to the city and spent money on some expensive sparkling jewelry.

A few more steps and Aventurine started to get bored, this slum had nothing interesting besides a good view of the full moon, so he decided to go home for now.

But just then, he saw a tattered figure trying to crawl out of the alley. The person was thin, and with eyes as accustomed to the dark as Aventurine's, it was easy to see that that person was badly injured, with a broken arm and leg, and clearly exhausted to the point of death.

At first, Aventurine wanted to ignore it because the scene was so disgusting and ugly that it made Aventurine feel like his eyes were being offended. He turned away, intending to find another way home, but a small groan drew his gaze back.

That was when Aventurine saw that face, like a porcelain doll shining under the moonlight, the skinny body covered in bruises and wounds crawling with difficulty on the ground with two broken limbs, mouths groaned in pain weakly.

The person's eyes were looking at him, and he was looking back.

"So beautiful." He thought.

Can something so pathetic and beautiful really exist in this world? Even though Aventurine had hired many prostitutes and had looked at many actors and models, there had never been a beauty that attracted him as much as this.

That beauty must belong to him.