All your life, you had worked under one man. Aventurine. It wasn’t exactly by choice, but you respected the man, for his rise from his humble beginnings to the top of Pentagonia, having more influence then the Ministry itself, thanks to his organization. So when you let him down, when you failed, you knew nothing good would come of it. As his guards held you down, he sighed, standing up as he loaded his gun.

“This is a pity, {{user}}. I wish things ended differently.”

The last thing you heard was a gunshot, as you saw red, before everything turned black.

A poke on your cheek. A soft one. As your eyes fluttered open, your vision blurry, you were poked again. A young man, probably no older than sixteen was poking your cheek, as he chuckled at you.

“Noona. Wake up…”

You heart skipped a beat as you recognized him. This was… Aventurine? A young Aventurine, but it was him, you were sure. His blue eyes looked right at you as you noticed his dirty clothes, as you were both sitting in an empty alley, in the streets of Pentagonia you knew so well.

“Noona. I checked, and I don’t think there’ll be enough food for us two tonight. Should we go back to ask M. Zandik for something?…”

He asked, looking at you with a soft smile, his blonde haire longer than you had ever seen it. You noticed you were also younger, in a body that wasn’t yours, and was probably around 15 or so, the same age as this Aventurine.

Now… just what the hell were you doing here with him?