The cellar was silent other than the faint sound of needle and thread brushing up against rough brown fibers of several burlap sacks ‘liberated’ from the terrible fate of holding potatoes in favor of being pressed into a life of thievery. Phil and Jean each held one in their hands as they silently worked to sew a rough yet serviceable dollar symbol on the front of the sacks. It was, in all aspects, a complete waste of time, but neither were the men on any sort of pressing schedule they had to keep.

  Lying next to them in a disorganized pile were several more burlap sacks, each with their own dollar symbol sewn onto the front with rough black stitching. There were enough for each man to take five, including the two Phil and Jean were still finishing up.

  “Done. Time?” Phil abruptly set his needle and thread on the cold flagstones making up the cellar floor.

  Jean reached over to the side to grab their first acquisition, a small wall-clock ‘liberated’ from the hellish prison of the storage room next door. Why there was a clock in there, neither man knew, but it was small enough (fitting comfortably under Jean’s arm), had several diamonds inlaid in its Roman numerals, and was conveniently away from prying eyes.

  “Ten ‘till midnight.”

  Phil let out a whoop of joy. “Good run! I’d say that finishes our any% speedrun of sewing up stereotypical robber bags!”

  “The needlework could be a hell of a lot better.” Lumina’s criticism immediately put a damper on Phil’s cheer, causing him to give the woman a dirty look.

  "Yeah, yeah. Call it the 'bachelor special'. Functional, but it ain't pretty. Bet you could do better… if you could stay solid for more than a few seconds! Ha!”

  Lumina flipped Phil off with a smile tugging at her lips.

  "Meanwhile, mine looks a bit better," Jean set his own bag down, looking between his and Phil's. His words rang true. While Jean's dollar symbol could still be called rough, the difference between his and Phil's was clear to see.

  “Tilla?”

  “Tilla.” Jean confirmed.

  One name was enough to cause Phil to narrow his brows in mock anger. Tilla had taught Jean some needlework, it seemed.

  Jean shrugged in the face of Phil’s unspoken words. “Hey, I begged her! And let me tell you,” He continued with a roguish grin, “the way her brows furrow when she concentrates… super hot. Damn good teacher, too.”

  Phil could only shake his head and grin at that. "Come on. It's close enough."

  Jean hefted his stack of sacks. Phil did the same.

  “Monsieur Phil!”

  “Yes, my Frenchie friend?”

  “What, do you wish to do?”

  Phil fixed the door leading out of the cellar with a solemn look. “I wanna steal.” He said in a deadpan voice.

  Jean hunched over, hefting the burlap sacks over his shoulder and letting an evil, thievish expression spread over his face. Phil, making his own preparations, loudly cleared his throat, let in and out a deep breath, and then launched into an extremely terrible acapella version of the Mission Impossible theme song. And Lumina, as the final member of the great thieves three, slipped a black balaclava over her face.

  The heist was on.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Room by room they went, carefully avoiding the ones they knew for sure were occupied. No corridor they maliciously tip-toed down was spared, no room graced by their ill-natured presence was left untouched. Gold candlesticks. Priceless paintings (the ones small enough to fit in the burlap sacks). Expensive watches. Glittering gemstones.

  Nothing was spared.

  Even the safes were not safe. Each lockbox found in a wall behind a painting, or tucked securely under a bed, or hidden underneath a rug found its door casually melted by Lumina's touch, leaving the contents to disappear into the steadily fattening collection of burlap sacks.

  Rings. Necklaces. Bracelets. More rubies. More emeralds. More diamonds. Enough for, as Phil commented to Jean’s general confusion, to make several pickaxes so they could rush the endgame.

  One hour passed. Half the burlap sacks were filled and placed in the cellar behind some shelves for safekeeping.

  On the second hour, a rather large safe in an extremely ornate bedroom was melted through. The container was over twice the size of any safe the trio had encountered so far, but it did not contain jewelry, paintings, or even stacks of gold bars (like one room on the second floor had).

  “Papers?” Phil paused his humming of the Mission Impossible theme song to pick up a stack to leaf through. His eyes widened. “No…” He whispered, “Land deeds. Fuck me, here’s the deed to the island. Plus half a dozen other properties on the mainland.”

  Jean moved close to Phil, taking a few papers from his hands to look through himself.

  “Oui… and not just deeds. This one,” Jean waved a paper in the air, “is from the French government itself, recognizing his ownership of several paintings in the Musee du Louvre.”

  “The Louvre?” Phil repeated. That was one of the most famous art museums in the world.

  “Indeed.” A voice spoke out from behind them. “Several of my paintings reside in those halls.”

  “Shit.”

  Phil didn’t need to turn around to know who the newcomer was. While the voice no longer spoke with its usual relaxed, almost foppish tones, he knew it well enough. But still, Phil turned to face him.

  To face Maximillian Pegasus.

  While the millionaire still wore his usual red suit, its lapels hanging casually open to let the ruffles of a white dress shirt peer out from underneath, the look in the man’s eyes was different. No longer was his expression carefree. Now his eyes seemed as cold as chips of ice, and a mirthless, almost menacing grin tugged at his lips.

  “Phillip Jenson and Jean Dubois.” Pegasus continued, fixing them each with a considering stare in turn. “My, my. What a story you two have. Homeless for many, many years. Barely managing to scrape out a living. Then one day, you two appear in a shady dueling parlor. You rack up quite the streak, until the Mori family tries to… manage you. Not even 24 hours later, the parlor is turned to rubble, half the Mori family is dead, and you two are seen fleeing the burning wreckage of Blue Friday."

  Pegasus’s voice fell flat with those last words. A thick silence filled the air. But as Phil pondered over what to say, Pegasus spoke once more.

  “As of recently, I appear to have a mage problem on my island. Are you, I wonder, a part of that problem?”

  Phil tilted his head. A mage problem? Were there other magicians running around? The only other possibility he could think of was Yugi’s group. Both Yugi and Bakura would fit the bill for that… but why call them a problem? Sure, Bakura probably wasn’t planned for, but Pegasus wanted Yugi on the island.

  “No matter.” Pegasus continued. The cold look was still in his eyes; one so cold it felt like the edges of Phil’s stomach were freezing from just a glance. Pegasus’s hand dipped into his pocket to reveal a deck of Duel Monsters cards. “Like your friend before, my questions will be answered simply enough.”

  “Oh?” Phil’s eyes hardened as he glanced around. Already the shadows were beginning to move, and like in his duel against Mac N’ Cheese, he could see the air before him harden so as to create a surface to place his cards on. A shadow game… but he knew Pegasus wasn’t a killer. There would be something else at stake. “Looks like we’re havin’ a party here. What’s your bet?”

  Pegasus revealed a card. Its portrait was empty, and there were no stats, words, or other indications of it being an actual Duel Monsters card other than its size and shape.

  “Your soul. Consider this my mercy, as unlike your friend from before, you have yet to harm any of my security forces… or those children you were with.”

  Carding. Aka, having his soul ripped from his body to be placed inside of an empty card, considering this was Pegasus’s version. Phil was familiar enough with that one, even if he had never been carded before. From what he understood, it could take several different forms, ranging from simply trapping his soul inside a card, all the way to trapping his entire body inside of one. Either way, it was non-lethal as long as his body or the card wasn't destroyed.

  It also meant this duel would not be to the death. No, of course it wouldn't be. Phil knew Pegasus was not that kind of man. A villain, perhaps, but never one to choose the lethal option.

  Then there was the other thing Pegasus mentioned. ‘Friend from before’. What friend from before? Was there something else going on around the island?

  "Fine by me," Phil said. He held up a finger. "My bet is if I win, you'll let us continue doing what we're doing. Also, fix that fucking path in the forest."

  Pegasus seemed almost surprised for a second before his expression was mastered once more. The emotion did not escape Phil’s notice.

  Surprise.

  Did Pegasus expect something else?

  “I accept those terms.”

  A strange feeling began to gnaw at Phil’s chest. There was something else going on around the island. He was sure of it now, even if he had no idea what exactly it was.

  Well, that would be one more thing to ask Pegasus after the duel if he could escape getting shoved into a card. That would be really damn awkward to explain to Yugi after the kiddo won the tournament. Keeping that in mind, should he go for the nuclear option?

  Yeah. Nuclear option it was. Anything to avoid the awkward questions.

  Phil placed his deck on the solidified air in front of him. Pegasus did the same. Meanwhile, behind Phil, wood scraped against wood as Jean dragged over a chair to spectate from, and to his side, Phil could see Lumina leaning against the wall with an amused look on her face.

  "You know, in hindsight…" Phil muttered to Jean, "Maybe we should have expected this to happen."

  “Hindsight is 20/20,” Jean nodded sagely.

  “And we’re fucking blind.”

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Phil: 4000 Pegasus: 4000

  Pegasus stared at the man in front of him. Phillip Jenson. A different sort of intruder than the one known as ‘Purple Fall’. By all accounts he was a normal man, albeit with some skill at Duel Monsters. Jean Dubois was similar.

  Why were they rooting around his castle at night?

  When the patrols first discovered them, Pegasus’s first instinct was to cordon off the area like before. To keep his men safe, and the duelists as well. But unlike Purple Fall, neither of these men had revealed any sort of malicious intentions. They hadn’t killed anyone on the island to his knowledge, other than Bandit Keith, which was a clear-cut case of self-defense. The American’s death was nothing to pity.

  The Frenchman, perhaps, had never received an invitation, but Phillip was by no means an unexpected intruder. Even the Frenchman wasn’t fully unexpected. Jean Dubois’s late (an unorthodox) entry into the tournament had already been recorded and approved by Depre Scott, who had lost his dueling gauntlet in a fair duel against one of Yugi’s friends. It hadn’t taken much effort to discover that the gauntlet had been willingly gifted to Jean Dubois.

  Moreover, the two men had walked right by the security room ten minutes prior to Pegasus’s arrival. They hadn’t given it a second look, other than to glance at the sign and give it a wide berth. They seemed entirely intent on looting the place of every valuable they came across. Nothing more, nothing less.

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  Had they been warned by Purple Fall’s death?

  Or did they have nothing to do entirely with the Sons of Kul Elna?

  Pegasus couldn’t quite believe they were simple thieves, either. No one in their right mind would go through an entire tournament just to loot his castle. It was unbelievable. Inconceivable! There had to be an angle! Yet also unlike Purple Fall, the man before him hardly seemed to be possessed! He was living, breathing, and calm! His limbs moved smoothly, like a normal human being would. He was no spirit from a world of ages long past.

  “As the challenged party, I’ll take the first turn.” Phillip declared.

  Pegasus nodded in acceptance while his mind continued to spin.

  Who was this man?

  Who in the world was Phillip Jenson?

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Phil sucked in a breath as he considered his hand. It had been a long time since he could do this…

  “I set five cards and pass turn.”

  Four face-down cards in his spell/trap card zones, and one monster in face-down defense position. Leaving one card left in Phil’s hand. That move alone sent a wave of seriousness through the room. Jean sat up straight in his chair. Pegasus blinked. Lumina let out a snort of laughter.

  “Bold,” Was Pegasus’s only comment as he drew a card to start his turn. He took a moment to consider his cards and then revealed a single spell.

  “Heavy Storm.”

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Even as a hurricane gale swept through the room, Pegasus’s Millennium Eye flashed with golden light as it pierced through the mind of the man before him. Candlelight was replaced with darkness. The winds, while still present, faded away from Pegasus’s hearing.

  And the sound of a frog croaking replaced it.

  Pegasus’s eye widened a fraction of an inch before he mastered his expression. A frog regarded him with a baleful expression. It was a yellow-colored frog, with its skin covered in splashes of red markings that ran up from its legs all the way to the two horns at the top of its head. Even stranger was its jacket, along with the fact that it wore one to begin with. It was a plain green jacket, but as Pegasus peered closer, he could see the words 'Frog Inc. Anti-Spyware Division' emblazoned on its front.

  The frog's eyes locked onto Pegasus, staring deep into his Millennium eye as if it could see his very soul. Its mouth opened. Its arms rose, revealing a pair of webbed hands that flexed open and closed as if it were strangling the air itself. Several wet squelching noises came from its mouth, sounding like a boot stuck in a bottomless mud swamp, being pulled in deeper and deeper until it disappeared forever.

  The frog screamed. Pegasus took a half-step back, but let the banshee-like wail wash over his body as if it was only half an obstacle. A duel spirit. A strong one, or one with strong backing. It was no match for a Millennium Item. Nor would the backing be either. He could tell. The power behind the frog spirit was still recovering from an old injury.

  A thin stream of blood, no more than half an inch wide, oozed out from under his remaining normal eye.

  It was no match at all.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Phil could see Pegasus try and fail to conceal a flinch, but he didn’t have the time to wonder about it. If he didn't stop this spell card, all of the face-down spells and traps on the field would be destroyed. The game would essentially be over then and there.

  “Sorry mate, gonna put a veto on that one!” Phil shouted through the storm threatening to end the game right there and then. “Counter trap card, Magic Jammer! By discarding the Sinister Serpent in my hand, I can negate and destroy your Heavy Storm!”

  In a split second, the storm ceased as a red and green circle formed around its center to cut it off at the stem. Blue smoke gushed out of the circle, but it held firm all the way until the storm was completely annihilated.

  “You really didn’t think I would set that many without insurance?” Phil waggled his pointer finger in a chiding gesture, barely managing to hide a wince as his damaged pinky finger was jostled from the movement.

  A faint stream of blood dripped from Pegasus’s eye. The man did not respond.

  “Ah, right…” Phil’s grin widened. “Trying to get in my head, boss man?”

  Those words were enough to reclaim the attention of Maximillion Pegasus. His gaze was not as distant as it was a moment before. The stream of blood from Pegasus’s eye widened a fraction of an inch.

  Phil held his hands out wide. “I’ll save you the trouble. From my left to my right. Solemn Judgment. Gravity Bind. Threatening Roar. My monster is Des Lacooda (500/600).”

  Silence reclaimed the room. Both men stared each other down.

  “Waka. Waka.” Phil said. His shit-eating grin seemed to fill half his face.

  P.A.C.M.A.N.

  An acronym standing for Pure Advantage Camels Munch All Noobs. It was a deck from Phil’s world, one made popular during the Yu-Gi-Oh! game format that occurred during the summer of 2005, more commonly known as ‘GOAT Format’.

  And while P.A.C.M.A.N. was no means the strongest deck of that format…

  It was still quite strong.

  This was not to say Pegasus’s move had been a bad one. Using Heavy Storm against that many trap cards was an incredibly threatening play. Phil had used it numerous times in the past himself. Most duelists in this world would not have made preparations to deal with such a blow-out card like that.

  Phil was not most duelists.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  A raging migraine rampaged through Pegasus’s head, but it was all ignored in favor of processing Phillip’s words.

  Solemn Judgment.

  Gravity Bind.

  Threatening Roar.

  Des Lacooda.

  As simple as that, Phillip had revealed the identities of his face-down cards. Pegasus knew what each of those cards could do right off the top of his head. But it couldn’t be that simple. Did he know Pegasus had yet to pierce through his mental defenses? Was this some mind game meant to stall?

  No matter how he looked, Pegasus’s eye could not pierce through that incessant grin of Phillip Jenson’s. This man…

  Pegasus redoubled the efforts of his eye as he continued to play through his turn, his migraine increasing to nearly unbearable levels as he multitasked. The screaming intensified. From the spirit world, he could sense something look at him.

  It was not enough to stop the Millennium Eye. Not for long.

  “I pay 1000 life points to activate the continuous spell card, Toon World!”

  Phil: 4000 Pegasus: 3000

  A green book spun into the room, opening by itself to let its pages flip in the stagnant air. Its cover featured the head of a fun, cartoonish dragon that grinned maliciously at the casual viewer.

  “It does not do much by itself, but it does allow me to summon this!” Pegasus sternly commanded as he felt another drop of blood brush against the corner of his mouth. “I summon Toon Gemini Elf (1900/900) in attack position!”

  The pages of the cartoonish book flipped as if moved by an invisible hand to reveal a comic page, one featuring a pair of elvish women staring seductively at the reader. Their forms, once nothing but ink in a magical book, wavered until two hands burst from the pages to hoist the elves out into the real world, giggling and winking at both of the duelists like they were prize catches.

  “While these beautiful ladies must wait a turn to attack, I’m afraid I cannot allow your face-down monster to stick around that long. Here’s my spell card, Nobleman of Crossout! By targeting your face-down monster, it will be destroyed and banished! Furthermore, if it is a flip effect monster, both of us will be forced to banish all monsters with that name from our decks!”

  Even as Pegasus said those words, Phillip began to cackle with such mirth that his slim body shook.

  “Sorry, this one ain’t a flip monster!” Phillip declared, revealing the hidden creature on his field. “It’s Des Lacooda, like I said! I never tell a lie, except for when I do!”

  A ragged, mummified camel creaked to life as a soldier clad in steel armor swung his sword down on the beast’s neck, severing it cleanly in two as it sent the monster to the banish zone.

  Pegasus felt his eyes widen. The man had spoken truly. That… he…

  Did that mean his other face-downs were exactly as he said? No! No sane man on this green earth would do that! It had to be a bluff! Yes. A bluff! A bluff where half of the information was true, and the other half false in order to lure the enemy into a false sense of security. Undoubtedly the other face-downs were completely different cards. Pegasus had seen bluffs like that time and time again. He’d even made a few like that himself.

  "I'll place two cards face down. My turn ends."

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Phil laughed out loud as he drew a card. Maximillion Pegasus, the creator of the current iteration of Duel Monsters, the man with the Millennium Eye, a mage of considerable power, had taken a half-step backward out of surprise! As soon as Phil saw Pegasus’s minute reaction to announcing his cards, the stakes of the game had faded away in Phil’s mind. Who cared that his soul would get shoved in a card if he lost? Who cared if his stolen riches were at risk? At this moment, Phil was blessed with the chance to play dumbass mind games with his opponent! And best of all, it seemed Pegasus couldn’t read Phil’s mind yet either! Otherwise there would be no reason for surprise, as Pegasus would already have access to all the information on Phil’s field, hand, and deck.

  “I just drew Golem Sentry (800/1800)! And in my standby phase, the effect of my discarded Sinister Serpent (300/250) triggers to add itself back to my hand!”

  There it was again. No other normal man would have noticed, but Phil was a master at being an asshole during a duel. He could see Pegasus narrow his eye again.

  “Then I place my Golem Sentry in face-down defense position and pass my turn back to you.”

  The moment was gone. Pegasus’s face was back to being cool and composed. Only, the stream of blood dripping down the side of his left cheek had increased a little bit more.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Pegasus internally nodded to himself. There could be no room for mistakes, no room for slipped expressions. His poker face had already slid by a hair. Enough for a sharp opponent to catch a glimpse.

  He was almost through. One more turn, maybe two.

  “During your end phase, my face-down card activates! The quick-play spell, Scapegoat! It will summon four Sheep Tokens (0/0) in defense mode to my field! Following that, my turn will start. Draw card!”

  Magic rippled from the Millennium Eye as yet another layer of slime-covered, croaking wards was dismantled. On the field, four multi-color sheep monsters under Pegasus’s control floated peacefully in the air.

  “Battle phase! Toon Gemini Elf, use your special ability to attack directly!”

  Such was the power of Toon monsters. While Pegasus controlled Toon World, and his enemy had no Toon monsters of their own to command, his Toon monsters could attack directly even if the field was not empty.

  That declaration brought another wide smile to Phillip’s face. Truly, Pegasus considered as the man began to speak, this was not an opponent who cared to hide his emotions in a duel.

  “Sorry… but check this out! Gravity Bind~!” Phillip shouted in a voice that made every listener deeply desire to punch him in the jaw.

  Green lines shimmered into view across every surface in the room, coating Toon Gemini Elf so thoroughly that neither of the twins could move even a centimeter.

  “Preventing all level four or higher monsters from attacking. A continuous trap card.” Pegasus said before Phillip could explain what the card did. It was not a popular card to use, but Pegasus knew of it. Just as he knew of every card Phillip had played thus far. And even stranger… Gravity Bind was also a card Phillip had declared as set earlier in the game.

  Did that mean… it was not a bluff?

  Such a strategy, it was so utterly idiotic of an idea that it couldn’t even be fathomed! If it was not a bluff, then that meant Phillip had been bluffing about bluffing, all as a part of a ploy to counter his Millennium Eye! Which was useless, of course, as once his safeguards were dealt with, the truth of his mind would be as an open book under the gaze of Maximillion Pegasus anyway.

  Still, a mere Gravity Bind couldn’t stop him.

  “In response to your activation, allow me to reveal my Mystical Space Typhoon!” Pegasus sternly ordered. “It will destroy your trap card.”

  “Solemn Judgment!” Phillip snapped back. “By paying half my life points, this counter trap card negates your spell!”

  A surge of activity overtook the field. As a massive watery twister formed, threatening to destroy the green cords wrapped around Toon Gemini Elf, a tall, bearded old man in pure white robes burst into the room, slapped the typhoon silly, and screamed incoherently at it until the natural disaster dispersed.

  Phil: 2000 Pegasus: 3000

  “Worth.” Phillip grinned slyly.

  Pegasus merely looked at him. Not an ordinary duelist indeed. An irritating one, but Phillip was by no means pulling even a single punch.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  “Looks like I just have a Threatening Roar, Grav Bind, and Golem Sentry on the field. Plus a Serpent left in my hand.” Phil cheekily thought aloud. Pegasus signaled the end of his turn with one card set face down, and Phil drew a card. “Oh! What do ya’ know? Book of Moon. Could be handy later on. Welp, allow me to mess with the field a bit. I flip-summon Golem Sentry. Its effect will activate to return your Toon Gemini Elf to your hand.”

  A strange iron door, one surrounded by an archway of stone with two stubby arms and a pair of squat legs lurched out of the shadows. In its hands was a long iron staff, of which it used to strike Toon Gemini Elf upside the head until the twins fled crying from the field.

  “I will allow that,” Pegasus spoke, “But that will reveal my continuous trap card! Face the Light of Intervention!”

  There was only one word Phil could say in response to that.

  “Fuck!”

  Indeed. Light of Intervention was a rather situational continuous trap card. Its effect was simple – while it remained on the field, neither player could set monsters in face-down defense position, nor could they be flipped face-down. In other words, it was a card tailor-made to counter Phil’s deck. He’d seen it used in GOAT format tournaments before.

  “Well,” Phil said after giving a long, annoyed look at the newly-created beam of light shining down from the ceiling, “I guess since I can no longer use Golem Sentry’s second effect to flip itself back into face-down defense position, I’ll just place my Book of Moon face-down and pass my turn.”

  At that moment, Pegasus’s eye widened. It was not solely Phil who noticed it. Jean and Lumina, still watching from the sidelines, saw it as well. A brilliant golden light pierced through a veil of silver hair.

  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

  Pegasus stared at Phil. No, he stared through Phil.

  “I see you.”

  All was laid bare before the Millennium Eye. Thoughts. Feelings. Memories. No longer buried under miles of croaking amphibians.

  He could see it all.

  A gunshot split through the air of a card store. Falling backward, consciousness fading. The headlights of a truck swerved through both sides of the road, going faster than he could ever hope to run or dodge. His limbs moved on their own, forcing him to hurt people he cared for while a god-like existence filled his head with screams and maddened ravings.

  He watched a boy, no more than a friendly acquaintance, fail to duck in time and get swept off the top of a rushing train to his death. Black flames licked the side of a nightclub. Clock in, clock out. A forty-hour workweek, heading home each night to collapse in bed. His parents hugged him in a hospital bed. The bullet hadn’t killed him, but at the same time it had.

  He was a working man. No he was a student waking up in an apartment that was not his. No he was a working man. No he was a frostbitten homeless man with enough drugs in his system to kill an elephant. He missed Lumina. No she was right there.

  Would he die for good next time?

  The pain of the truck hitting him the agony of the bullet slamming through his skull watching people being turned into clouds of red mist as a Harley motorcycle slammed through a crowd while he chased behind in car a dragon soaring over New York City to deliver a finishing blow he knew about the eye’s abilities an island an academy a dead boy in an alley his side was shredded from a shadow game a jungle filled with frogs eating the defeated artillery turning a dorm into rubble Seto Kaiba as a grown man his brains splattered against the wall his guts spilled across the sidewalk the world as a manga as an anime as a book with no pictures but only words the future the past the present synchro xyz pendulum links he would never drink again he was the thirstiest he had ever been his ribs were broken he is certain of victory his plan to bring Cecelia Pegasus back will not work the woman in the white dress is watching Yugi wins the finals the pharaoh’s true name is Atem Pegasus dies after the kingdom he lives after the kingdom a dead man was stuffed in a steel drum Ishizu Ishtar has the necklace Marik Ishtar has the rod Shadi has the scale the key Ryou Bakura has the ring Yugi Muto has the puzzle Maximillion Pegasus has the eye walking home through the freezer bodies hanging from meat hooks in the freezer his deck was a flip control deck a promise to a friend a yakuza boss screaming as he pressed down on a wound with his shoe he did not lie about his cards an abandoned dorm someone screaming for mercy in a foreign language can’t look mustn’t look and-

  And Pegasus took a full step backward. The tears of blood falling from his eyes had clotted. His migraine was gone, as if it had never been there at all.

  “You’re insane…”

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