Author note: Hello there. My name is Blo0dycanelo, better known as the creator of "¡Enchúlame mi yugimazo!" and the most incapable man to translate his own works. Today, I wanted to present you a new fanfic with a little daring premise, and my first completely in english fanfic. So, expect some mistakes along the way. Without further ado, I'll let you descend into the madness of the void…

The soft buzz of conversation quieted as Etan clapped his hands together, signaling the end of the lecture.

"And that would be all for today." he said, his voice calm yet confident. "Make sure to upload your assignments before Friday. No exceptions." A smirk crossed his face as he saw a few students exchange panicked glances. "Yes, I mean you, Serena."

The class chuckled, and Etan leaned casually on the desk, closing his laptop with a deliberate click. The students began packing their things, murmuring thanks or nodding as they filed out. Etan stretched his arms behind his head, satisfied.

Teaching was good. No, it was great. There was something deeply fulfilling about sharing his love for programming—and maybe, just maybe, molding the next generation of coders.

As the last student left, he grabbed his bag and made his way into the halls of the university, the rhythmic tap of his polished shoes echoing against the tile. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting long, warm streaks of gold along the walls. He passed a group of students huddled over a laptop, shooting them a friendly nod.

Etan's lips curled into a natural smile. He couldn't help it—it was days like these, productive and calm, that reminded him he really loved his life. His job wasn't perfect, but it was his, and it fit him like a glove.

Eventually, he found himself in front of the men's bathroom. Pushing the door open, he headed straight for the sink. He splashed cold water onto his face, relishing the refreshing shock. As he reached for the paper towels, his reflection caught his eye.

"Damn." he said, giving himself a playful wink. "Looking sharp as always."

His jet-black hair was slightly tousled from the day, but in a way that only seemed to add to his effortlessly cool vibe. His broad shoulders filled out his button-up shirt neatly, and the long hours he spent at the gym were evident in his toned frame. Not that he cared much about appearances, of course—but it was nice to be... presentable.

Smirking at his own antics, he grabbed his bag and slung it over one shoulder. Time to head to the Yu-Gi-Oh! club. It was the highlight of his day—playing cards, discussing strategies, and, naturally, reliving every moment of Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.

As he walked out of the bathroom he put an extra spring in his step, ready for whatever adventures the evening might bring.

If only he had known what destiny had in store for him that same day…

Etan stepped off the bus, the evening breeze ruffling his hair as the faint glow of neon signs beckoned him down the street. He walked with purpose, his bag slung casually over one shoulder, until the familiar sight of the local trading card shop came into view. The place was a haven for duelists, with posters of legendary monsters plastered across the windows and the soft hum of spirited chatter drifting through the slightly ajar door.

The bell above the entrance jingled as he stepped inside, the smell of cardboard and energy drinks greeting him like an old friend (luckily, the store had already gotten rid of the… funny smelling individuals). His eyes scanned the room, quickly locating a table near the back where two of his friends were already waiting.

The first was Gabriel, the quintessential Yu-Gi-Oh! meta player. Gabriel's hair was neatly cropped, his glasses perched just low enough on his nose to suggest he'd spent the last hour meticulously studying his decklist—or perhaps someone else's. His shirt bore the logo of the latest regional championship, the colors slightly faded from too many washes. The mat in front of him was pristine, the kind that cost far more than Etan was willing to spend, emblazoned with a fearsome Snake-Eyes Flamberge Dragon. Gabriel was shuffling his cards with practiced efficiency, his expression one of laser-sharp focus.

"You're late." Gabriel said without looking up. "I've already mapped out the odds of my opening hand. Don't make me waste them."

"Nice to see you too." Etan replied with a grin. "Relax, I'm not here to ruin your completely casual night out."

Across from Gabriel sat Luna, who was already beaming at Etan's arrival. Her long, wavy hair was dyed a shade of teal that complemented her oversized hoodie, which sported a print of a smirking Chazz Princeton. Stickers of her favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! GX characters adorned her phone case, which was propped up against a deck box covered in glittery decals.

"Finally!" Luna said, dramatically placing her chin in her hands. "We were about to start without you—and I was just explaining to Gabriel how Jaden and Chazz are clearly endgame. It's practically canon."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "That's not even remotely canon."

Luna gasped, clutching her chest as if mortally wounded. "How dare you! The subtext is obvious if you actually watch the series. You're just too busy calculating attack points to understand love."

Etan chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled up a chair. "Still shipping Jaden and Chazz, huh?"

"Always," Luna said, grinning. "And don't act like you're innocent, Mr. GX Superfan. I know you have opinions."

"You got me." Etan said, hands raised in mock surrender.

Luna leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, Etan. Just admit it: Jaden deserves someone who can match his energy, and Chazz is the perfect tsundere for the job."

"Don't drag me into your world of madness," Etan replied, though he couldn't help but laugh.

Situations like this made him wonder if people would take him less seriously if they knew about his biggest passion. A grown man, a university professor no less, spending his evenings playing Yu-Gi-Oh! cards and debating the nuances of a kids' anime? It wasn't exactly the image most people expected of him—or so he imagined. He could already hear the snide remarks: "Shouldn't you be doing something productive, not playing with trading cards?"

In the end, this was what he loved about the club—a mix of intense strategy and lighthearted absurdity that made every visit worth it.

As Etan settled into his chair, a shadow loomed over the table. He looked up to see Max, the club's resident Yu-Gi-Oh! GX self-insert fanfic writer, standing with an all-too-familiar laptop clutched to their chest. Max was dressed in a dramatic, anime-inspired jacket that looked far too warm for the season, and their hair had streaks of vibrant green, which they always claimed was inspired by an "OC rival character" they wrote into GX lore.

"Etan!" Max exclaimed, their voice tinged with excitement and a touch of theatricality. "You're just in time. I was brainstorming a new story idea—imagine this: what if Jaden was transported to our world and we had to trade places? You know, like a soul-swap kind of deal."

Etan raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Who in the hell starts a conversation like that? Besides, trading places? That's a bit cliché. You'd actually give up your life to live in a fantasy world?"

Max blinked, as though the question itself was absurd. "Of course! Who wouldn't want to duel alongside Jaden and the gang? Real life's so... boring."

Etan frowned, his tone cooling. "I don't know, Max. Real life's not so bad. Trading it away for something that isn't even real? That's a hard no for me."

Max's expression shifted, their usual enthusiasm dimming for a moment. "Maybe for you, Etan," they said quietly. "Not everyone's happy with their life. Some of us... we just want an escape."

The words lingered in the air like a stray shadow… Max really was the drama queen of the club. Before he could respond, Luna jumped in, her tone light as she tried to steer the mood.

"Max, does this OC of yours have a duel disk bedazzled with rhinestones yet, or are you saving that for the sequel?"

The group chuckled, the tension easing slightly. Max grinned, their energy returning as they launched into an animated description of their character's "customized Elemental Hero, totally original idea do not steal". Etan stayed quiet, though, his mind still replaying their words.

The group settled into their usual rhythm of banter and deck-tweaking, but the energy was clearly incomplete. Gabriel kept glancing at his watch, his shuffling slowing as his focus wavered. Luna leaned back in her chair, idly scrolling through her phone.

"Where is she?" Luna sighed, her impatience spilling into her voice. "She's never this late."

Gabriel didn't look up. "Probably stuck in traffic. Again."

Etan leaned on the table, resting his chin on his hand. He was about to comment.

"So, are you truly satisfied with your life?"

A voice—soft, feminine, and calm—whispered directly into his mind.

Etan froze, his body tensing as his eyes darted around the room. No one else seemed to have heard it. Gabriel was still analyzing his deck, Luna was now humming to herself, and Max was scribbling furiously in their notebook. The shop bustled with the usual sounds of shuffling cards and muffled duels in progress. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He frowned, shaking his head as if to clear it. Weird. Really weird. Maybe he was just tired—it had been a long day, after all. Yeah, that had to be it.

Deciding it wasn't worth the mental energy, Etan slid his work laptop out of his bag and powered it on. The familiar boot-up screen was oddly comforting, grounding him in reality as he opened his grading software.

With the click of a few keys, he dove into the first batch of student submissions. The algorithm homework had been riddled with errors in the past, so he was expecting a few frustrating surprises tonight. The sound of Gabriel explaining a new combo and Luna's occasional squeals over "Chazz x Jaden headcanon fuel" faded into the background as Etan immersed himself in his work.

Still, the voice lingered at the edge of his thoughts, like a phantom breeze he couldn't quite shake.

As Etan scrolled through another student's submission, his focus wavered. That voice—soft, yet commanding—returned, cutting through the quiet hum of the shop like a knife through glass.

"You immerse yourself in these trivial structures, but do you not see the chaos lurking beneath them?"

Etan's fingers paused over the keyboard, his brow furrowing. He glanced up from his screen, scanning the shop. Still nothing out of the ordinary.

The voice pressed on, calm but relentless, as though it were speaking directly to his soul.

"These algorithms you so carefully untangle... they are mirrors of mortal lives. Constructed with purpose, yet rife with inefficiency and error. Tell me, Etan Troml, do you truly believe perfection lies in this mess?"

His heart skipped a beat. Whoever—or whatever—this was, it knew his name. He shifted in his seat, closing the laptop just slightly, as if the action could block out the strange intrusion.

"You're losing it." he muttered under his breath. "Too much coffee, not enough sleep."

"Excuses."

The voice countered, tinged with amusement now.

"You use the flaws of your flesh to justify your stagnation. But is that truly what holds you back? Or is it something deeper—fear, perhaps?"

Etan's jaw tightened. "Alright," he whispered, keeping his voice low to avoid catching his friends' attention. "Who's there? If this is some weird prank—"

"A prank?"

The voice interrupted, almost laughing.

"No, mortal. This is an Expansion. You live your days believing you are content, but what is contentment, if not a delicate loop? A fragile system, one unexpected input away from collapse."

The words struck a nerve, though he couldn't explain why. A chill ran down his spine as he stared at his screen. The code on it seemed to blur and shift before his eyes, like it was alive—chaotic and uncontainable. He blinked hard, and it returned to normal.

His hands clenched into fists. "I don't know who you are," he hissed under his breath, "but whatever game you're playing, I'm not interested."

The voice grew softer, almost a whisper.

"You cling to your fragile happiness, but tell me, Etan... if you are truly satisfied, why do you hear me?"

His chest tightened as the weight of the question hung in the air. He didn't have an answer, and the silence that followed was more unsettling than the voice itself.

"Etan, you okay?" Luna's voice snapped him back to reality. She was peering at him from across the table, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," he said quickly, forcing a smile. "Just... zoning out."

But as he reopened his laptop and tried to refocus on his work, the lingering words of the mysterious voice stayed with him.

Why do you hear me?

Time had passed. The night had already taken over the sky and there still were no signs of their last friend.

Etan was mid-sentence, explaining a particularly convoluted bug in a student's code to Luna, when it happened.

The world around him fractured with a deafening crack, like glass shattering from every direction at once. The shop, the chatter, his friends—all of it dissolved into a cacophony of noise and light. For a moment, Etan's senses were overwhelmed, his vision swarmed by lines of glowing code—strings of binary, loops, and indecipherable symbols flashing before his eyes.

"What the hell?!" Gabriel's voice cut through the chaos, sounding distant and distorted, like a radio station just out of tune.

Etan tried to move, to reach out, but the air itself seemed to resist him, heavy and warped. The ground beneath his feet disintegrated, replaced by an endless expanse of deep, pulsating blue. He glimpsed Luna and Gabriel nearby, their forms flickering as if they were being torn apart pixel by pixel. Max's laptop floated past him, its form disintegrating into glowing ones and zeroes that spiraled upward into the void.

"Stay together!" Etan shouted, though the words felt meaningless as they were swallowed by the strange Void.

Strings of code swirled around him like serpents, looping and binding in chaotic patterns. Fragments of the trading card shop—tables, chairs, cards—appeared and vanished in a blink, twisting and glitching as if corrupted by some unseen force.

Then, one by one, his friends disappeared. Not in a scream or a flash, but as if they were being erased, their forms unraveling into lines of shimmering text that dissolved into the blue abyss.

"Gabriel! Luna! Max!" Etan called out, spinning in place, his heart pounding in his chest.

No answer.

The chaos began to quiet, but the silence that followed was worse. He stood alone now, suspended in the endless void. The pulsating blue seemed to ripple with every panicked breath he took. He stumbled backward, his hands shaking.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, his voice echoing strangely in the emptiness. "This... this isn't real. It's not real. Just breathe."

The stillness was broken by a sound—soft, lilting, almost a laugh. The voice returned, calm but with an unmistakable playfulness, this time not in his mind but all around him.

"So, now my champion rises."

Etan froze, his blood turning cold. Slowly, he turned, and there she was.

A figure emerged from the void, moving with an almost playful grace. Her long, unkempt dark red hair flowed as though caught in an invisible breeze, strands curling and twisting like tendrils of ink in water. Her armor (similar to a priestess' garb) glimmered faintly, the golden patterns shifting unpredictably, as if alive. Her pale skin glowed faintly against the blue void, and her face—smooth and eyeless—tilted slightly, as though amused by his reaction.

Etan staggered back, his throat dry. "Who... who are you? What is this?!"

The figure didn't answer immediately. Instead, she let out a soft chuckle, her head tilting the other way. She twirled a lock of her hair absently, her movements casual, almost whimsical, yet there was a sense of purpose behind them.

"This?" she said, gesturing to the void around them with a slow, deliberate sweep of her hand. "This is destruction. Chaos before creation. Beautiful, isn't it?"

Etan blinked, struggling to process her words. "Beautiful? This—this is madness! My friends—they're gone! What did you do?!"

The woman clasped her hands behind her back, swaying slightly as though enjoying his reaction. "Gone? Oh no, they're fine. Scattered, sure. But isn't that part of the fun?" She leaned closer, though she never truly moved, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry. They'll come back... probably. My sister always likes to be a tease, though."

Her laughter, soft and musical, sent a chill down Etan's spine. He felt his frustration rising, cutting through his fear. There was something strangely captivating about her presence, an intoxicating mix of playfulness and power that made it impossible to look away.

"You're BATSHIT insane," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

She let out a delighted laugh, spinning as golden sparks erupted from her armor, swirling around her like fireflies. "Oh, I've been called worse. But you can call me Tierra. After all, I'm here to help you, Etan Troml. Or, better yet, use you."

His stomach dropped. "Help me? With what?"

Tierra clasped her hands together, her tone suddenly shifting to one of giddy excitement, like a child about to unveil a surprise. "Oh, I'm so glad you asked! You, my dear Etan, have been chosen—hand-picked, actually—by me to be my champion."

Etan blinked, dumbfounded. "Champion? For what?"

She began pacing, her steps light and almost rhythmic, the void beneath her rippling with each movement. "It's simple, really. My sister Sophia and I—she's not nearly as fun as me, by the way—are playing a little game. A... competition, if you will. She's chosen ten champions, and I..." She paused, spinning on her heel to point dramatically at him, "have chosen you."

Etan stared, his mind reeling. "You... chose me? Why?!"

Tierra waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, don't be so modest. I needed someone clever, capable, and just with the right amount of order to contrast my energy. Plus..." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You're kind of perfect for this particular world."

"World?" Etan repeated, his voice rising. "What are you even talking about?"

Tierra's smile widened—or it felt like it did, even without a mouth to see. "You're going to be transported to another dimension. A world of duels, destiny, and drama." She spread her arms theatrically, her golden accents shimmering. "There, you'll face off against Sophia's ten chosen champions. Their mission is to disrupt the canon of that dimension, to rewrite its story in their favor."

Etan raised an eyebrow, still utterly lost. "Canon? Rewrite? What does that even mean?"

"Ah, such a mortal question." Tierra said with a laugh. "Let me make it simple for you: there's a certain someone whose story is very important to that world. His name is Jaden Yuki."

Etan's heart skipped a beat. "Jaden... Yuki?" His voice trembled slightly as the name registered. "As in the hit anime Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Jaden Yuki?"

Tierra clasped her hands together again, practically beaming. "The one and only! Your mission, dear Etan, is to ensure his relevance in that world. Keep him on his path, protect the canon events, and stop Sophia's champions from messing it all up."

For a moment, Etan could only stare, a mixture of awe and disbelief plastered across his face. Jaden Yuki? Canon events? This couldn't be real. But if it was...

He shook his head, trying to ground himself. "Alright, let's say I believe any of this. What's in it for me?"

Tierra tilted her head, her demeanor still light and playful. Then, with an almost jarringly blunt tone, she replied, "Oh, that's simple. You get to keep existing."

Etan's heart skipped a beat. "Wait, what?"

She wagged a finger at him as if he'd missed an obvious point. "You see, Jaden Yuki is the protagonist of that world, the heart of the story. If one of Sophia's champions successfully derails his role—his protagonism—the entire structure collapses. And because you're tied to me, well..." She made a dramatic "poof" gesture with her hands. "No Jaden, no story. No story, no champion. No champion, no Etan. And worst of all—" She stomped her foot with a mock pout, the void rippling beneath her. "I lose the game. Do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?"

Etan blinked, his mind reeling. "So... you're telling me my entire existence depends on me making sure Jaden stays the main character?"

"Exactly!" Tierra said with a bright clap, golden sparks swirling around them. "It's not that complicated, really. All you have to do is keep him relevant. Protect the canon. Stop Sophia's champions from rewriting his story. Easy-peasy!"

"Easy?" Etan repeated, his voice rising. "This is insane! You're asking me to jump into another dimension, stop ten people who apparently want to rewrite Yu-Gi-Oh! GX and insert themselves into it, while somehow keeping Jaden Yuki's plot intact. Why me?!"

Tierra shrugged, clearly unbothered by his panic. "Because you're perfect for the job. You know the story, you know the characters, and let's be honest—you wouldn't be able to resist helping Jaden anyway. Isn't that right, Superfan?"

The sparks began to swirl faster, forming a glowing vortex around Etan. He stumbled back, his heart pounding. "Wait! I didn't agree to this!"

Tierra ignored his protests, twirling in place as the void pulsed with light. "Oh, and one more thing before you go! You'll also need to make sure the other main characters' stories don't change too much. Those pesky self-inserts will target them and It'll make things smoother for Jaden—and for you."

"What?!" Etan yelled, his voice barely audible over the growing whirlwind.

Tierra stopped spinning, tilting her head as though considering whether to answer. Then, with a sly chuckle, she leaned closer. "Also, I swear these are the last tips: you'll have an advantage and… let's just say the world you're heading to might not be exactly as you remember it."

Etan's eyes widened. "What does that mean?! Tell me!"

But Tierra only waved cheerfully, the vortex pulling tighter around him. "Bye for now, Etan! Do your best—and have fun!"

The last thing he saw was her form dissolving into the swirling chaotic lines of code, her laughter echoing in his ears as he felt himself being hurled through space and time, the void giving way to a dizzying, unknown reality.

Etan groaned, the back of his head throbbing as he slowly came to. The first thing he noticed was the cold, hard surface beneath him. Concrete. He blinked a few times, his vision blurry, before managing to sit up. His surroundings came into focus—a dim, narrow alleyway lined with dumpsters and crates. The air smelled faintly of oil and something metallic.

"What the hell..." he muttered, rubbing his temple. His memory was a jumbled mess—Tierra, the void, Jaden... Jaden? He shook his head. It had to have been a dream. A weird, incredibly vivid dream, probably the result of staying up too late grading assignments and stress-eating junk food. Right?

He glanced down at himself, relieved to see he was still wearing his familiar clothes. "Maybe I got drunk." he reasoned, trying to piece things together. "Yeah, that makes sense. Drank too much, passed out, and now I'm... here?"

But as he staggered to his feet, something caught his eye. A holographic display lit up on the side of a building across the street, cycling through a series of ads. One of them prominently featured a sleek blue and white Duel Disk with the unmistakable KaibaCorp logo spinning in the corner.

Etan froze, his heart skipping a beat. "No way." he whispered. His gaze darted around, scanning for more clues. Billboards towered above the street, showcasing flashy Duel Monsters cards alongside slogans in two languages like "KaibaCorp: Redefining the Game" and "Duel Academy's Elite—Future of Dueling!"

His breath hitched. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't even reality—not his reality, at least. He stumbled out of the alley and into the street, nearly colliding with a group of kids walking by, each carrying a deck box strapped to their belts. In the distance, he could see a massive screen showing a highlight reel of duels, complete with life-sized holograms of monsters in action.

"Oh my god." Etan muttered, his pulse racing. "I'm actually in Yu-Gi-Oh! GX." He laughed nervously, then clutched his head. "No, no, no, this can't be happening. This is insane!"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Okay, Etan. Think. What would Max do?" The memory of Max's endless self-insert fanfics flashed through his mind. He could practically hear their voice narrating: "Step 1: Find Jaden and get to the enrollment duel."

"Right." he said aloud, nodding to himself. "Find Jaden. Enrollment duel. Easy."

He tried to recall the first episode of GX. Jaden would be wandering the streets of Domino City right about now, probably on his way to the enrollment duel. Etan scanned his surroundings, mentally mapping out the landmarks he remembered from the show. If he could just intercept Jaden, he'd be one step closer to making sense of all this.

He hurried down the bustling street, eyes peeled for the telltale black jacket and Kuriboh-looking ass hair. But as he reached what he thought should be the plaza near the Duel Academy entrance exam site, something was off. There were no crowds of eager applicants, no dueling arenas, no signs of the infamous enrollment duels at all.

"What the hell?" he muttered, spinning in place. The plaza was eerily normal—just a quiet square with a fountain and a few people milling about, none of whom seemed remotely interested in dueling.

His stomach sank. "This... isn't right."

Etan clenched his fists, his mind racing. If there were no enrollment duels, what did that mean for Jaden? For the story? For him?

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. "Alright, step two…" he muttered, trying to think.

Etan paced the plaza, his thoughts spiraling into chaos. No enrollment duels? What am I supposed to do now? He needed answers—something, anything, to ground him in this strange world.

"Okay, first thing's first." he muttered. "Figure out what day it is. Maybe I missed something. Maybe the duels are tomorrow." His eyes darted around for a sign or a clock, but all he saw were incomprehensible Japanese characters on storefronts and advertisements.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Right. Japan. Forgot about that."

Undeterred, he scanned the area again, this time spotting a small electronics shop with several TVs in the window. The screens displayed a variety of channels, most showing anime, cooking shows, or weather reports—all, of course, in Japanese. Etan squinted at a ticker scrolling across the bottom of one screen, but the characters meant nothing to him.

"Come on." he muttered, stepping closer. "Just give me something I can read."

Finally, his luck turned. One of the TVs flipped to a news channel broadcasting in English. The screen displayed a split image of two political figures shaking hands, with the words "LIVE: U.S.-Japan Relations Update" scrolling across the bottom. Then, in the top corner of the screen, he saw it: July 2003.

Etan froze, his blood running cold. "2003?" he whispered. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. "That's... a whole year before GX starts."

His mind raced as panic set in. How am I supposed to protect Jaden if he's not even at Duel Academy yet? What do I do for a whole year? The idea of being stuck in a world he barely understood, with no clear direction, sent a fresh wave of anxiety crashing over him.

Then Tierra's voice echoed in his memory: "The world might not be exactly as you remember it."

He let out a hollow laugh. "So this was the 'advantage' you were talking about, huh? A year's head start." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Thanks for the heads-up, Tierra."

As the initial panic subsided, Etan noticed something else: his reflection in the TV's glass. He looked the same—jet black hair, muscular build, and, unmistakably, his 26-year-old self. "Well, at least she didn't turn me into a teenager." he muttered. "Small mercies."

He exhaled slowly, straightening his posture. Alright, Etan. Think. You've got a year to prepare. That's more than enough time to figure this out.

His gaze hardened as he psyched himself up, his resolve growing stronger. "Step one:" he said, clenching his fists. "Learn Japanese."

Author's note: So, I hope I didn't fry some of your neurons with this prologue (really, I don't know what to expect with my understanding of the english language). I hope you enjoyed it. I plan to keep each chapter at around this length.

What misadventures await our daring protagonist? Will he be able to somehow enter Duel Academy? Find out in the next episode!

(I accept any criticism, btw, don't be shy to show me my mistakes, I plan to improve.)