The door opened to reveal a short stone hallway. A severe chill blew through the entryway, though Ryou could find no identifiable source for it. He shivered as he stepped out of the warm confines of his own soul room.
There was another metal door across the hall, identical to his. It had to belong to his yami.
Ryou swallowed a fearful breath as he snuck silently towards it. Anything, absolutely anything, could be hiding behind that door, he thought to himself. His yami was the king of thieves, after all. A frightening montage of painful traps floated behind Ryou's eyes, along with the many punishments that could await a trespasser into said king's inner sanctum.
He shook his head fitfully, trying to push such thoughts out of his mind.
"Memories are weapons now," he scolded himself quietly. "And the only way to stop him from destroying my friends… is in there somewhere."
Ryou gulped again, and reached his trembling hand towards the door. In a sudden burst of energy, he grabbed the handle and forced it down. He closed his eyes and ducked back as the door creaked opened.
He was greeted, not with a trap, but with the sound of a gentle wind rushing against sand.
Ryou opened his eyes slowly, and then blinked. The door didn't open, as he imagined, to a small room. Instead, it appeared to lead out into an endless desert!
"Is… is that my yami's soul room?" he whispered to himself, sticking his hand tentatively through the open doorway.
Blistering rays of sunlight warmed his uncovered hand instantly.
Ryou blinked again. It wasn't an illusion.
He looked around one more time, and upon seeing nobody else in the hallway, he stepped through the door. It slammed itself closed behind him.
Ryou spun around as the door clasped shut, disappearing from sight.
"…What?" he dashed back towards what had once been a wall, only to run right through it. If there was really a wall there, it had disappeared as well, leaving Ryou to fall face first in the sand.
He stood up, and brushed the rough grains from his clothes.
"My yami's soul room… is… is this?" he whispered, trying to find an end to the desert. But he couldn't. It stretched farther than his eyes could see. In the distance, if he squinted, Ryou could barely make out a row of pyramids.
It was the only destination he could find, and given so few options, he started walking towards them.