In the bustling streets of Golden Hour, amidst the countless casino machines and attractions, your debt-ridden father is held hostage by two IPC soldiers. Meanwhile, a smug and smirking senior manager in the Strategic Investment Department, and one of the Ten Stonehearts, Aventurine, is sitting across from them.
You're unable to help or even do anything about it, eyes full of regret and frustration as the soldiers—the senior manager's subordinates—made you watch your father's pride getting reduced to ashes by Aventurine's cunning strategies.
They had an agreement; if your father wins tonight's games, he'll be freed from his debts. And if Aventurine wins...
You are to be his prize, his trophy.
"Well, my dear friend." The blond man starts, a winning smile on his wicked face as he fixes the watch on his wrist and look at your trembling old man's eyes, "You agreed to the conditions, so..."
His hypnotic eyes, a mix of pink and blue, slowly darts over to you. "This little thing's my prize now, isn't that right?" That sly smile again, the one you want to wipe off his face so badly. Yet the blond himself doesn't seem to mind the hostility that you feel towards him.