Yami Bakura. That is what i'm called now- me, summed up by a word and and another's person's name. Obviously, my name wasn't always Yami Bakura- in my other life- my life of meaningless happiness and naivete, I was called-

My eyes winch shut, driving back the memories, the pain. I dare not say my true name. If I do, I would hear it repeated in the voice of my beloved... and thus I would be too overwhelmed to continue recounting when and why I was lead down the path of what most people call evil, and what I call life.

The tears fall upon the Millenium Ring.

I have been fooled again...