It was Christmas Eve, and Seto was spending it alone. He'd sent Mokuba to the Motou's. Seto hated Christmas. For him it was a useless day coated in candy and glitter that could better be spent working. So that was what he planned to do.
He set up at his desk with the work that he planned to do and worked late into the night. At the eleventh hour he looked up, having heard a strange noise. His office door blurred and Gozoburo Kaiba stood there. Seto stared at him for a moment.
" What the hell?" He stood, shocked. His late stepfather raised his hand, displaying ghostly steel chains. He pointed a phantom finger at the CEO.
" Seto, My son. I have come to warn you . . . ."
" Go to hell, old man."
Gozoburo chuckled. " Where do you think I am, boy?"
" Uh, What?"
" I suffer in hell because of the crimes I committed in life. And you, my son, will follow."
" I have committed no crimes, phantom."
" You commit one of the worst. You lose sight of what is important, just as I did."
" And which one is that?" Seto crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
" You think only of yourself and of money. That will lead you to emptiness."
" Humph. Nonsense."
" You will be visited by three spirits, who will teach you the true meaning of life and of Christmas. They will come at the stroke of Midnight. Heed them, my son, or lose all." The phantom vanished.
Seto looked at the spot where he had been and shook his head. The was no way that was real. He must have dozed off at his computer. That was it. He'd been dreaming.
" Time for bed, Seto old man." He said to himself and headed to his room.