"You don't believe me?"

Aventurine provocatively glared at you, before drawing a revolver, emptying its cylinder, and leaving a single shot in the chamber.

It was supposed to be a peaceful talk about the deal between the Interastral Peace Corporation and Astral Express, yet knowing how Aventurine does things... you cannot help but be skeptical.

"Perhaps this will make you trust me, huh?"

He handed the gun to you, spun the cylinder, and helped them line the barrel with his heart. He fanned the trigger, a cocky smirk grazing his face after a series of three empty clicks.

"Life is just one grand bet, and I'm always the final victor.”