Yugi walked around downtown, exhausted. With no ounce of sleep he walked like a
zombie. He felt like a child. He had stayed up all night because of a stupid nightmare that
he didn't even know was true. Yami had been pestering him all night about what was
wrong but he had blocked him out. yugi unwillingly walked to school not sure if he could
last much longer. He saw a limo pull out of the corner of his eye. The school was right
ahead, he wouldn't be late, he had plenty of time but he didn't stop. Normally he would
at least say hi to Mokuba but today there was just nothing in him, nothing at all.
He watched as mokuba stared at his back expectantly, but then went off to class
himself. He went to his locker in a daze, the combo slipping off through his fingers. It
popped open revealing a folded note, carefully depicting his name. His mind screamed
danger as he opened it. Elegant cursive adorned the paper giving yugi the shivers.
'You saw it, I know you did. So why ignore it?'
He knew that handwriting. That's it; he was going to be sick. He went to class, re-
reading the note, hoping it could mean something other than his dream. He asked the
teacher to go home sick. He brushed off his friend's question to him. He just left.
The game shop was empty, no one home, but it wasn't much of a surprise. Yugi only
lived with yami, although his grandpa occasionally visited, but not often. He climbed
upstairs with heavy feet. The note was burning a hole in his pocket.
He opened the door to his bedroom and froze. Something wasn't right. He braced
himself for anything. But the person who was sitting on his bed was not someone he
would have expected...