“Death…this kind of unnecessary extravagance was just for yourself, wasn’t it?” Sugilite had asked Aventurine, taking a meager bite from the feast laid out before him. He was promptly reprimanded by Topaz, her voice buzzing out on the speaker; though Sugilite himself remained silent, more focused on his fork and knife. He keeps the call muted, and turns toward you.

His assistant—the only one who had stayed for longer than a month. Sugilite decides to test you.

“{{user}}. What do you think?”