Domino City's Nippon TV Broadcasting Office would have been an otherwise nondescript office building were it not for the large satellite dishes and TV towers cluttering its rooftop. It stood imposingly in the quickly darkening spring evening, towering over Yuugi, Yami, and Jounouchi. The various metal contraptions on top acting as a mechanical parasite to the usually uniform tower.

"Right, we're here," said Jounouchi. He turned to Yuugi and Yami, "And you're absolutely sure this'll work."

Yami let out a humoured huff. "Yes, Jounouchi. It will work. I have no doubt about that."

There was a brief pause, until Jounouchi asked, "What about Yuugi. Are you sure it'll work?"

Yuugi hummed hesitantly.

"I have been working on that," Yami explained. "We spent the walk here going over the plan with each other to help keep Yuugi calm."

"Huh. So, you do talk to each other in that head of yours." Jounouchi scanned his eyes across the office building. "I don't see any security cameras, can probably catch the director on his way out in the parking area over there." He pointed to a place for cars to enter a subterranean parking area underneath the office, blacked off by a single bar.

They made their way into the parking lot. The walls and ceiling were lined with various ventilation pipes and wires, exposing the veins of the building for all its residents to see. The buzzing lights and groaning ventilation didn't do anything to hide the echo of their steps.

Yami pointed out a door to the rest of the office. "The director will likely come out of there. We should find a secluded spot and wait for him to arrive."

"Would there work?" Jounouchi asked as he pointed out a wall pillar that shrouded its far side in shadow.

Yami nodded, they hid and then they waited.

Step one; wait for the director to show up.

Yuugi whispered. "You still have the dice?"

"Yeah, in my pocket."

"And it hasn't come apart?"

Jounouchi gently checked his jacket pocket. "All good."

Yuugi huffed. "How do you two stay so calm?"

I believe it is a learned skill, to keep calm through pressure. Yami explained.

"Fake it 'til ya make it," said Jounouchi flippantly.

Suddenly the door opened with a loud creak, and they were on high alert. The person who came out, however, was an unremarkable woman carrying a handbag with various kinds of makeup overflowing out of it. It wasn't until the woman entered a small hatchback car and drove out of the lot, stopping to scan a card to raise the security bar, that they allowed themselves to breathe again.

"Who do ya' reckon that was?" Jounouchi asked. "Didn't quite have the face for TV."

Yuugi shrugged. "Makeup artist, probably?"

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Various other employees came and went. Cameramen, presenters, sound technicians, editors, older business people. They even recognised Fujida as he entered a falling apart car that looked like it was made in the seventies.

Jounouchi was about to come out of hiding to confront him until Yami pulled him back and reminded him that their target was the director and that Fujida was probably just trying not to lose his job.

Eventually, there were two cars left, and the director had yet to show his face.

Jounouchi said, "Kinda surprised that no one's seen us."

Yami tilted their head. "Now that you mention it, it is peculiar. I would not expect people to be this unobservant."

Jounouchi shrugged. "Maybe your super magic puzzle has somethin' to do with it?"

"Perhaps." Yami allowed. "Most of the magic we have used is very instinctual, and the Penalty Game is primarily illusion magic. I may be unconsciously projecting a perception filter over us."

"Uh..." Jounouchi blinked. "What's that in plain Japanese?"

Yami blushed he stifled Yuugi's oncoming giggle. Well, it is not my fault others have difficulty in understanding my use of vocabulary.

You just need to be less formal all the time.

I can be perfectly informal!

Of course. Yuugi explained. "He's saying that we might be unintentionally making ourselves sort of invisible."

"Unintentionally?" Jounouchi echoed.

Yami shrugged. "I am an amnesiac. As such, I am unaware of what magic abilities I have until the situation calls for it. Sometimes, there get flashes of instructions, while other times, it just comes naturally."

"Wait, so Yami, you don't have any memories?"

He nodded. "None that did not originally belong to Yuugi."

"Man, that's gotta suck."

The door opened once again, and two silhouettes emerged from the doorway, engaged in conversation. One was a man in glasses and a suit, the other in casual jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap. The director was finally here.

Step two; confront him alone.

Jounouchi nodded to Yuugi and Yami and they nodded back. Two bodies came out of the shadows to confront the director who had previously wronged them.

The man in the suit had parted ways with the director, who was pulling the keys to an expensive-looking Mercedes-Benz. He was muttering to himself, too quietly for Yuugi and Yami to hear. The director huffed with a feral grin as he opened the car door, only to stop when his eyes laid upon the rear-view mirror. He quickly spun around to face them.

Yami smirked. "We've been waiting for you, Mr. Director."

Jounouchi cracked his knuckles. "And we got a score to settle."

The director bared his teeth in vague annoyance. "You're those brats from Domino. What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? What, do you want an actor's fee?"

Step three; declare a Shadow Game.

"You have trespassed on our souls," Yami said as a way of explanation. "We, therefore, challenge you to a Shadow Game."

The director's face morphed into an expression of bewilderment.

Yuugi took over. "Jounouchi will be our Champion, I'll let him explain the game."

Jounouchi pulled the rigged dice out of his pocket. "Whoever rolls lowest with this dice here, wins. But ya still win if we end up gettin' a tie. Simple right?"

"If we win," said Yami, "you must play the Penalty Game."

The director, however, seemed to have enough. "This is stupid. Why should I bother with any of this crap?"

Step four; let Jounouchi work his magic before the director decides to leave.

They turned to their friend. "Jounouchi?"

"Right!" He knelt down on one knee and let the die roll off of his palm and onto the pavement. Everything lay on this roll. If Jounouchi didn't roll high enough, the director would not be convinced to play. The die flipped end over end over end until it came to a sudden and abrupt stop.

It landed on six.

Perfect!

The director promptly burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you can't script this sort of crap! I didn't have to play your stupid game and I won!"

Step five; provoke him.

"Looks like you got lucky," said Yuugi with a sickly-sweet smile.

"The game, however, is not over yet," continued Yami.

"Yeah, asshole!" Jounouchi yelled as he stood back up. "Your turn now. So, roll the damn dice!"

The director narrowed his eyes. "You guys are damn stubborn." He scoffed and bent over to grab the die. The instant the director touched the innocuous piece of plastic, the parking area seemed to become blanketed in a thick silence as the lights stopped buzzing, and the ventilation became no more than a whisper.

C'mon, director, he prayed. Throw it. Just throw it.

"Have it your way then," said the director as he got back up with a huff. In the next instant, his arm was primed behind his head, his face a manic grin, and he pitched the die like a baseball, directly at Yuugi and Yami's forehead.

A dull crack reverberated in their head as the dice split in two right over the spot where their third eye lay dormant.

Ow, thought Yuugi in a deadpan manner.

Well, at least it worked.

I pray that this does not become a pattern.

The getting hit part, or the plan working part?

Being attacked by our opponent, of course.

They were interrupted by the director's abrupt snort. "Ha! I rolled a one!" He turned back towards his car. "I would have won no matter what happened!"

"Ya might wanna look again, pal," said Jounouchi, airily.

"What?"

They all looked down at the die, split in half, with both the six side and one side facing the ceiling. The director had rolled a seven. He had lost.

The ventilation turned back on again with a thunderous roar, whipping the clothes of everyone in the parking area around their bodies, the director's hat threatened to leave his head entirely, and the familiar scent of ozone enveloped them.

Yami began his sentence. "You failed to treat the subjects you filmed with respect. Your mind is poisoned with the idea of violent dominance." They lifted their finger to point at the director. "As a result, you will face the Penalty Game."

The Illusion of Mosaic!

Intense heat on their forehead, an aquatic bell ringing in their ears, a flash of white light.

The director grasped his face with both hands, yet he let the light continue to burn through the gaps between his fingers and into his eyes, he was physically incapable of blocking the path between the light and his retinas. He screamed.

As the light continued to sear, Yuugi saw that the director's eyes became less and less defined, as a film of static faded in over his sclera, then his irises, and finally his pupils. When the light and heat faded away, and he was finally able to blink again, the director's eyes looked like a mosaic censor, with a rainbow of coloured squares blinking between light and dark. His screams continued to echo against the walls.

They suddenly felt a hand on their shoulder.

"C'mon," a voice said, "we need ta split!"

Broken out of their reverie, Yuugi and Yami turned to Jounouchi. "Right," they replied blankly.

And then they ran.