Yugi woke, alone in a clinical looking room. The walls were pasty white with no adornment whatsoever, save the door, which was a sickly shade of sea foam green. He was laid out on a bed that reminded him of a cot, but less comfortable. His head lay on a thing that could only be described as a failed attempt at a pillow. He lay between the thin, cold covers, attempting to understand his surroundings, when a tall, imposing man in a lab coat entered the room, trying unsuccessfully to be inconspicuous. The ceiling was lower than normal in what we will refer to from now on as "The Hospital", so the man's dark but graying hair brushed the ceiling like a maid doing her best to half-ass her job. Below that, his pasty skinned face was expressionless, devoid of any twitch or distinguishing facial feature. Everything about his was average, even the fact that he had just a little paunch that made his face appear doughy ad soft, like a child had smoothed out all the possible rough edges to his personality.

"Mr. Mutou? I'm Doctor Cross and I'm here to examine you. We found you unconscious at the base of the Nameless Pharaoh's pyramid with that thing around your neck. We couldn't seem to remove it. What do you know about it?"

Yugi just stared at the man, his head feeling swollen with fluid that stopped his thinking. He shook his head slowly. "I've never seen it before now. It must have happened while I was passed out."

"Do you remember passing out or what happened immediately before you passed out?"

Yugi paused again, suspicious of the blank faced man and his prying questions. "First of all, where am I? Don't you think I deserve to know why and where I am before I start talking?"

A lock of hair fell into his face and Yugi attempted to brush it away, but found himself shackled to the bed. "And why am I chained here? Am I under arrest? Have I don't something wrong? Where is my grandpa?"

Cross raised his thinning eyebrows. "Grandpa? You were there alone, we didn't find anyone else."

"But you could ask our guide, Pablo! He saw him before we went in! He even warned us away from entering!"

"And where did you meet this 'Pablo'? On the side of the road, I'm sure. I highly doubt he even existed. Now, boy, tell me where you got that item, it's vital that I kn-."

Just then, time seemed to stop, and a dark cast fell over the room, like a sound deafening blanket. Out of nowhere, a voice echoed like thunder on the savannah. "Yugi, don't listen. Don't tell him anything, it's a trap. That man and his ancestors have been searching for me for centuries."

"But… who are you?"

"Yugi, right now you don't need to know. We will speak at a later date, but for right now, heed my words and protect the puzzle!"
With a whoosh, the blanket lifted and faded into oblivion. "-ow this information. It might save lives." The doctor finished, not even noticing the pause in life itself.

Shaken, Yugi whispered, "Sir, I'm afraid that I don't know anything about this. All I remember is going into the pyramid, then everything goes black."

Infuriated, Cross's face contorted into a grim caricature of a smile, his mouth riding up on his coffee stained teeth like a praying mantis rearing to eat another insect. "You liar! Where did you get it? How did you get it? And for God's sake, why do you have it?"

"I don't know, I'm telling you!" Yugi screeched, rearing against his chains like a wild animal.

Cross quickly composed himself, then glared down his nose at Yugi. "Ursula. Chloroform please."

From outside the door, an aged hand reached in holding a white rag. Slowly, Cross descended upon Yugi, a monster in sheep's clothing.