Yuri texted Ryou, hoping he would help her. But he wouldn't get it until he got control, and hopefully that would be soon.
"Fuck, fuck." she muttered, as she buried her face in her hands, smearing blood onto her white shirt. "No, I refuse to believe-"
"It's not, little girl." she heard a faint voice say. It was strong, yet sounded gentle.
"Then why are you here?" she giggled.
"I have my reasons, fangirl." they laughed. "Maybe because I want to expose you."
"I have nothing to hide." Yuri muttered.
"You aren't the only clairvoyant." it said.
"I knew that much." she scowled. "But I didn't know Bakura was psychic."
Yuri looked around, only to find that same, familiar purple hue surrounding her and her captor.
"Shadow realm?" she asked quietly, tears running down her face, staring at Bakura with malevolence.
"Hmm?" he said, looking down and the sobbing girl.
