A lone figure approached the seemingly abandoned city with a dead crocodile on its back. Long white hair reflected the moonlight in stark contrast to the brown fur and grayish-violet eyes the figure possessed, and a long scar ran down the length of his face as well, adding to the rogue-like charm he exuded. "Hey, sis," he called into the dark, "I brought it!" There was the sound of footsteps, as another white-haired figure appeared, this one female. Her bright green eyes sparkled like emerald orbs in the full moon's light as her snow white fur gleamed. "Thanks," she chirped, hugging him, "You're the best brother ever, Bakura!" Bakura smiled at his little sister. She was all he had, and he wouldn't give her up for anything.