Hey everyone! So, it's that time of life again where I revisit Fanfiction.

Those of you who follow me might remember that I tried writing a horror story with the same title ("Confinement") a few months ago, but that I eventually canned it and wrote "Co-Op Gaming." I wanted to return to "Confinement" and actually write it, but I made some changes in plot, namely that Anzu is no longer in it. Instead, I want to write my first serious Seto/Jou fanfiction and think this would be a great opportunity.

The story is rated M for violence and language. I don't write overtly sexual (i.e. pornographic) material, though this will be a Seto/Jou fic, so a relationship will eventually develop.

Chapter 1: Waking Up

His mental alarm clock woke him up before his real one did. It always did. It was as if his mind was terrified of the sound of the real clock and chose to do the job for it.

Groaning, Seto rolled over in bed. His head was pounding, more than usual, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position before rubbing his temples with his hands. The pain didn't go away. Opening his eyes slightly, he glanced over to see the sun rising outside. Might as well get this show on the road, he thought, pushing himself up and out of bed. Walking over to his private bathroom, he clicked the light on and opened his medicine cabinet. A few bottles of pain pills were mixed in with his various toiletries, and grabbing one, he poured two pills out and shoved them in his mouth, swallowing them dry. He then put the container back into the cabinet and closed it. He saw himself in the mirror and sighed.

It is going to be one of those days, he thought bitterly. Let's see...two meetings with Kawachi Firm. A report needed for the patch coming up for the duel disks. And an email to those idiots over at Screening Games. I have had enough of their problems. They can't get a system working for anything, it seems. I also need to figure out who my next contractor will be. Whoever hired them deserves to lose a paycheck or two.

Seto turned the faucet and began running the water. Despite taking the pain pills, his headache seemed to have only grown worse. He filled his hands with warm water and splashed it onto his face, sighing in relief at the sensation. Wiping his face off, he walked back out into his bedroom just in time for the alarm clock to start ringing. He flinched and swiftly walked around, shutting the damn thing off, before walking across the room to his walk-in closet. Stepping inside, he thought, Let's see... I want to wear my white trenchcoat today. No suits. I want to be as comfortable as...as...

His eyes wandered up and down the line of clothing, but sure enough, his trenchcoat was nowhere to be found. What...? He stepped back out into his bedroom to see it carelessly placed on his chair. But I... I always hang it up... Picking it up, he was surprised to see the belt buckles around his wrists. He blinked and looked down at himself.

He was already fully dressed.

Wh-What? Sure enough, he was dressed in his black, long-sleeve shirt, matching black pants, and arm bands. Even his boots were on. Did I...fall asleep in my clothing? He had done such a thing several times in high school, but he was 22 now. He knew to pick up after himself. And if I somehow miss it, Kota always gets it.

Kota. His new butler. Well, "new" wasn't the right word. Kota had been hired shortly after the whole scandal in Egypt, meaning he had worked for Kaiba for several years now. But anyone who didn't work under Gozaburo was considered "new" to Seto. Where is he? Seto suddenly thought. He turned to look at his alarm clock. The red digital numbers clearly read 7:45. Kota always knocks on my door at 7:30 to ask about breakfast, Seto reflected. Sighing heavily, he walked into his closet and stripped out of his clothes. He wasn't going to wear the same outfit twice in a row without washing it. This is going to be my day, all right. Changing into a pair of black slacks and a gray long-sleeve shirt, he decided to spice it up a bit with a silk, black vest over top. If he was going to have a shitty day, he was going to look good during it. The absolute last thing he wanted to wear right now was a suit and tie.

Tossing his clothes into the nearby hamper, Seto returned to his room and thought, Why didn't I change when I got home last night? Was I really that tired? Now that he thought on it, he couldn't really remember what he did after getting home. The night was somewhat of a blur in his mind. I got off work at 9:30, like usual, at least usual for a Thursday night. Got home at ten...and then what? Did I just go to bed? Why can't I really remember...?

He shrugged his shoulders. Whatever, he thought, walking towards the door. I'll ask Mokuba, see what he-

He turned the doorknob and blinked in shock. Turning it two more times, Seto felt his jaw drop slightly. The door was locked...from the outside.

What the...what the hell is going on? Grabbing the knob with both hands, he twisted it with all his might, even kicking at it once in frustration. It wouldn't budge. His door was locked. He was stuck in his own bedroom. He growled loudly under his breath before slamming his fist against the wooden door. "Kota! Mokuba!" He didn't know whose idea of a prank this was, but they caught him on the wrong day. "Open this door, now!"

He waited several seconds and cursed when there was no sound. He banged once more. "Mokuba, open this damn door up! This isn't funny!"

He took a step back, and waited. Silence. No footsteps, no sounds indicating any life whatsoever.

As Seto stood there, his eyes began to widen, his thoughts reeling over what was taking place. What is going on? he slowly thought. This...this isn't normal. He reached forward and tried the doorknob once more with the usual amount of energy it took. The door didn't budge.

A shiver went down Seto's spine. No Kota. No Mokuba. The door is locked. I apparently fell asleep in my clothes... The clothes I wore yesterday. Is there... Wait a minute... Seto rushed over to his nightstand to see his cell phone lying on it. He picked it up and clicked several buttons, but his heart sank into the pit of his stomach when he saw it was out of battery. Shit...just what the hell is going on? He looked left and right for his charger only to sigh in utter defeat to find it gone. It's always here... I never take my charger out of the outlet.

A sudden noise caught his attention. A ruffling sound. He glanced over towards the direction it was coming from. The door. What...what is that? Leaning forward, Seto soon crawled down on his hands and knees. A piece of paper was being shoved underneath the door. "H-Hey, hey!" he shouted, rushing at the door. "Mokuba, is that you? Mokuba? Kota? Let me out of here! Why is this door even locked?" To his utter shock, no one responded. In fact, once the paper was pushed in all the way, no sounds emitted. It was as if a ghost slid the paper through. No echoing footsteps, no voices, not even the sensation of someone being on the other side. Seto always sensed where people were; it was how he often avoided Gozaburo and his damnable butler all those years ago. Even before that, Seto got good at sensing other people just by sound. It helped him quite a bit with the pranksters at the orphanage.

So how was no one on the other side of the door?

"This is ridiculous," he thought aloud. "There has to be someone out there..." Taking a step back from the door, he crossed his arms and began to think. Can't check my phone because it is dead. Cannot get out of the room without someone helping me. And there's nobody. I didn't give Kota the day off work. Mokuba should still be here; he doesn't leave for school until 8:00. Besides, how is the door even locked from the outside? He shook the doorknob again, knowing before he even started that it would still be locked. Indeed, the door remained jammed shut. Someone had to have locked me in. That's the only logical explanation for all this. But why? Is this Mokuba telling me I need a day off from work? No, he knows far better than to pull shit like this. If I can't call out or call someone... Seto turned to look to his left. Against the wall with the entrance to his walk-in closet was a long, wooden desk. His personal computer, his pride and joy, sat on top, along with a few folders and even a sci-fi book he was currently reading. Walking over to the computer, he sat down in his office chair and moved the mouse. He half expected it to be broken, too, but a smirk crossed his lips as it came to life, asking for his password. Perhaps my email will have some sort of clue as to what's going on, Seto thought as he furiously typed in his 20-character-long password. That, or I can at least email Mokuba and see what is going on. Then I can-

Instead of being taken to the main screen, Seto was stunned to see what appeared to be camera footage of a street appear on the monitor. The street was entirely empty. No cars, no people. He didn't recognize the area at all. It looked like a suburb, perhaps a small town shortly outside Domino City. It had a quaint, village vibe to it. Why is this on my computer? Where is my screen?

But Seto's thoughts refused to continue as the street seemed to stretch. In fact, the screen appeared to be stretching. He tried to move but found he was stuck to his chair. He could only watch as the image that had appeared on his screen quickly encircled him, as if wrapping around him tightly. He felt the chair disappear underneath him and quickly stood, still immobilized to his current position. His breathing quickened as the street spread past his peripheral vision, the buildings now appearing on his right and left. It was as if he was being shoved out onto the street directly through his computer monitor. A million thoughts flooded his mind, with one in particular standing out: What the hell is going on?!

Blinking, Seto took a step forward as he felt the blanket of resistance suddenly vanish. He inhaled and exhaled, scanning the downtown scenery before him. I am dreaming, he concluded. This has to be a dream. There is no physical, possible way I just, just...jumped from my bedroom to downtown Domino. He clenched his hands and turned to look behind him. What he saw caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

His bedroom was gone. He was now trapped.