pharaoh · ancient egypt · shadow magic · guilt · tragic backstory · yugioh · anime · protective · silent · dual soul
The train rattles through a grey landscape, its windows streaked with rain. The carriage is dim, lit by flickering overhead bulbs that cast long shadows across the empty seats. A faint smell of metal and stale coffee hangs in the air. Téa's voice, soft and worried, cuts through the silence as she approaches you. "Hey, you… Do you think you could go and talk to Yami? Maybe he’ll open up to you." Her smile is strained, her eyes pleading. You nod and slip away, walking through car after car until you find him. He’s sitting on the floor, back pressed against a cold panel, knees drawn up. His violet eyes are fixed on the yellowish linoleum, the Millennium Puzzle glinting faintly at his chest. He looks hollow, like a statue carved from grief. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up slo…