A small crack of light slithered across the isolated room. She felt the lifelessness cling to the walls. All the red paintings and roses blossoming out of the cold stone were withered and cracking. The song of the chains did not cry. The silhouette, their prisoner, was still. She crept closer. There wasn't even a flinch. She stood over him and noticed his weeping willow hair was covering his eyes in a shadow. She wanted to gaze into those eyes, the beautiful eyes she loved to watch mold into fear and pain.

She brushed long green bangs away so she could peer into vigor and determination, but was met with a blank stare that chilled her heart. She moved her head left, than right. The clouded irises followed her. No. They had never moved; never even blinked. It was all an illusion, a plea her mind's hope was wishing for. The tears that had always streaked down his cheeks were finally dry. Those two ruby eyes, always filled with light were sucked dry. Hollow and lifeless. He was dead.

She fell to her knees. The warm puddle that leaked from his writs soaked into the fabric. There she cried, and howled, and shrieked. Footsteps stopped behind her but took no notice. She stayed where she was and hugged his cold body, torn by knives, bruised by fists, mangled by whips.

The newcomer looked like a young librarian, waiting for the overdue book. Two cold blue eyes peered from behind black glasses. Long white fingernails danced on a clipboard, the other hand held it steady.

The crying girl looked up to her sister, the crazy blue irises were reddened.

"A corpse doesn't need your tears, Ku-chan," The sister scorned. "That duelist was destined to die, why waste your breath."

Ku's grief tore into her shrill voice, contorting into a wail of emotions. "I was supposed to kill him! He ruined everything I had planned!" She buried those wet eyes into her bloodied hands.

The cold clone of the weeping teen sighed and rolled her eyes. With a signal the room was washed in a yellow glow. The scars of red in the room soaked up the light. On the walls were different blotches of blood. Some looked like roses and others streaked down the wall like vines. On the floor, pooling around their hostage, was a crimson puddle leaking from his writs. In his left hand was a stained piece of shiny aqua glass.

The sister's head shook in scorn. Instinctively, her fingers pushed her glasses closer to her eyes. The last escape attempt was more then a blind panic and broken glasses. She smiled at the shattered orange goggles strapped loosely around his green fronds.

Karma was a bitch.

"We can't let him rot here." She kicked the lifeless corpse. The cops'll have our heads." A puff of exasperated air lifted her long blond bangs. "Ku-chan!"

Ku pulled her hands for her face. She was smiling. Her eyes were surrounded by a red wing-like mask. Eyes beaming with feral intent. "Hai?"

She gave her sister a mirrored smile. "Would you like a chance to test your blank deck?" She watched as Ku's eyes burst to her usual insanity.

Ku fumbled through her card holder and brought out a deck of white cards. They began to glow, brighter and brighter. The sisters turned away for the fear of becoming blind. Than she heard them flutter out of Ku's grasp. The light died and now they stared at a blank room. Everything was white and untainted. He was gone, the glass shard was gone, even the walls were devoid of texture. There was nothing but five colorful cards sprawled on the ground. Ku cackled, lunged forward, and scooped them up in her grasp.

"Li-chan! Look!" Cooing maniacally, Ku held the most colorful card up to her sister's analytical gaze.

Li smiled and gave her approval. "Performapal Ringleader; the essence of his dueling spirit is apparent."