Seto Kaiba, the wealthy CEO of Kaiba Corp., sat on the window seat in his room, his sanctuary, at the top of his mansion, starring out a the setting sun. The windowpanes were open and allowed the cool, winter breeze to come in and chill his thin body. His deep blue eyes watched the horizon with their unwavering gaze as the wind played with his brown hair.
His mind raced with thoughts as he tried to sort them all, though his efforts were in vain. He was sad, depressed. He had hit the bottom of life. After Battle City, he had fallen into a depression, and it seemed to get deeper everyday. Day after day, he began to spend more and more time in this room, the room he had dubbed "The Sanctuary". The deeper his depression grew, the more time he spent in this high room. His brother, Mokuba, knew he spent a lot time up here, but the reason it was called "The Sanctuary" was because only Seto knew how to find it. Seto had used it with Gozaburo, and now he used it again. Seto knew he was safe up here. But a different problem stared him in the face now.
He looked at the ground. It's snowy white powder beckoned to him while the wind pleaded for him to stay. White flakes began to drift down to the ground again. Seto looked out at the horizon.
What did he really have anymore? Why did it matter if he lived or died? Who honestly cared, if he didn't?
He looked back at the ground. He would do it. He had made his choice. There was no reason not to.He stood up on the window ceil, spreading his arms out. He looked at the ground one more time before closing his eyes and leaning forward. Seto didn't know when he hit the ground, nor did he care.