This is the world where duel monsters is probably the most popular games all around the globe. Tournaments are held all over, card stores are seen everywhere, and duels are sometimes the most intense thing to watch. People play either for keeps or just simple fun. Sadly in this happy and competitive world there are still humans who commit unspeakable crimes. Our story will be focusing on one of those people.

Far out in the middle of the ocean is a maximum security prison. It is an infamous prison that has the best of the best in security. High tech cameras and highly trained are in every hall where each watch the inmates very closely to look for even the slighted sign of someone either escaping or looking to start trouble. The walls are all made of thick layers of concrete that's lined with steel meaning it would take an intense explosion to knock them down. The prisoner's wrists and ankles were always cuffed when they leave their cells and in said cells were thick iron bars on both the entrance and the one window they had. All of this put together makes a prison where no one can nor will escape from. Today someone will.

I was sitting on the floor of my cell with crossed legs as I stared at the floor recalling past events. I had been arrested many many years ago for stealing priceless art and jewels and selling them on the black market. Not as impressive or even as disturbing as some of the other people in this hell hole. However what earned my place here was my amazing ability to escape from nearly every prison I'd been to. After about several months of staying at one I learned how everything worked and what type of holes their were in the system I could exploit then escape. Notice I said NEARLY every prison earlier. This place has proven to be unbreakable. I've tried escaping several times in the decade that I've been here and never once did I succeed. Though I did get close one time and actually managed to get out of the building only to find out I was on an island in the middle of the sea. So yeah that sucked quite a bit. I remember when I was first being told about this place a long time ago. Word on the street was that it was considered to be more secure then Fort Knox itself earning its nickname. Tartarus.

As I sat there in my empty cell racking my mind trying to find some kind of plan to escape but all I came up with was failure. Finally I slammed my fist on the floor and yelled in anger "I want out!" I screamed as loud as I could. I heard someone in the cell next to mine punch the wall a couple of times "quiet over there some of us are trying to sleep!"

I sighed when I heard this and looked stood up to look out my window. I must've lost track of time since now it had become night time. Leaning against the wall I sighed wishing I didn't look outside. Out at the free world where people where living their lives how they wished. How I missed it...I missed the feeling of walking around with money in my pocket I had gotten illegally. I missed looking up at the sky and smiling thinking that I was on top of the world. But what I missed most had to be dueling. I won't lie I never did a single tournament due to my wanted status but that didn't stop me from playing against some friends. I would give anything to duel again but sadly this place forbids it. When you first get here they check your belongings so if they find cards of any kind they send it with all the other stuff in storage.

I mentally cursed myself for thinking too much on the past. It wasn't like me to suddenly get sentimental and that sort of thing. Though I couldn't help wishing I knew how to get out of this prison...to go back to my life of freedom. Then I heard something that pulled me out of my train of thought. Someone had banged on the cell door and yelled my name "hey Victor! It's after hours get back to bed!" Looking over my shoulder I saw it was one of the prison guards patrolling the hallways. After waving them off I lumbered over to my bed and fell down on it laying on my back. This seemed to satisfy the guards so they left me alone with my thoughts once again.

Some days I wish this is where my story ends. That I just rotted in that prison like everyone else. But that didn't happen. No instead I received what I thought at the time was a blessing but eventually turned into a curse.

I blinked a bit as I felt a small burning in my chest. "What the...?" I mumbled before wincing in pain as this burn got stronger and stronger until it was unbearable. I gritted my teeth and gripped onto my bed sheets trying to work through this unknown pain. Mercifully it ended but my body...wasn't responding to my commands. I wanted to check my chest to see what on earth had happened but instead I raised my hands to examine them then rolled out of bed stretching like I had just woken up or something. This felt like watching a movie. I was seeing my body move on it's own but couldn't do anything about it. Soon I went over to my cell doors and then slowly looked down at my chest. My eyes went wide at what I saw. Glowing through my prison uniform was a big red number "68...?" I muttered to myself trying to think what on earth it could mean then a deep and bellowing voice echoed in my head. It sounded like a monster you would hear in a horror movie or maybe the voice a heavy metal singer would have. It said one thing and one thing only to me. "Let the number take hold..." it bellowed and before I could question anything my body once again decided to move. It reached it's arm through the cell doors and rested on a keypad that was used to lock or unlock my cell. The pad suddenly began to spark before stopping and a green light glowed on the screen. Once it did this I took a step back and watched as my cell doors slowly began to open. I stared in disbelief at what happened while my body simply walked out of my cell. I was...free. Or was I?

Down the hall the guards from early noticed me walk out and didn't really like that "HEY! Get back in your cell scumbag!" Then they ran down heading to me naturally waking up all the other prisoners in the hall

My body then slammed its hand on the floor and a massive iron wall came up blocking me off from the guards. I had of course seen this wall before. The security use it whenever a riot or something is happening and they want to block off people at certain parts in the prison. But how did I make it come up...?

All the other prisoners looked at me in both horror and amazement at what I did and all begged to be released from their cells all trying to bargain their freedom. But I didn't give them a second glance. Instead I looked down the opposite end of the hall and saw several more guards charging for me. So without a thought I did the same thing as earlier and blocked them off as well. Sadly however this left me in a section of the hallway with no exit. This didn't seem to bother my body as it turned around looking back into my cell. Mainly at my window that was still barred off 'surely not...' I thought to myself and my body was happy to go against me.

It headed over to the window and grabbed one of the bars in a tight grip. By now a loud alarm was going over signaling someone was escaping and they had no clue. Because of some magical reason I had yet to figure out the bars on my window simply sunk into the wall allowing me access to the outside world. I quickly looked outside and down before gulping. We were 5 stories up and my window happened to be next to the sea meaning that if I jumped out I would be in for a long swim. Again my body showed how much it didn't care and simply crawled through and...fell. I fell five stories into the freezing cold water of the sea. To say i was terrified was an understatement. My body hit the water with a loud splash and I went limp from the sheer force of the impact and blacked out.

Whatever happened after that I still do not know to this day. But I do know what happened when I woke up. I had sat up with a start gasping for air and looked around at my surroundings. I had somehow managed to end up under a pier on a beach. I quickly scrambled up struggling to come to terms with how I went from my cold dank cell at Tartarus to here, a sandy seaside beach. Walking out from under the pier I examined more of my surroundings to see there was a town right next to the beach but no one was around. That's when I noticed it was still night time. 'Is...is it the same night?' I thought to myself in confusion. 'It has to be...someone would notice a man laying in the sand out cold while wearing a prison...uniform?' I looked down at my body to see that my uniform was gone. I was now wearing dark jeans with a black hoodie on. All completely dry including my body. Not only that but that number that was on my chest before is now gone.

Where did I get these clothes? How did I get here? These were one of the millions of questions running through my head but the most prominent one was how did I escape that prison? Had I suddenly become houdini mixed with chuck Norris or something? But I couldn't think about that now. I had to find somewhere to stay before a passerby notices me standing here. So I simply walked away heading to the city but quickly stopped as I felt this lump in my pants pocket. I dug through them and my eyes went in surprise at what I felt in there. Cards. I instantly pulled them out and i wanted to dance around in joy. They were duel monster cards. MY cards. It was my same deck card for card that I had before I went into prison except for one particular one...there was an XYZ card with a name I couldn't recognize. I've never even used an XYZ monster before since I could never find the right one to fit in my deck. Shrugging I stuffed them back into my pocket figuring I'd figure that mystery out some other time and continued my walk because there was a new question on my brain that took precedence over everything else. "Where the hell can i get a bite to eat?! I'm starving!"