Just a soul, whose intentions are good.

So I owe everyone here an apology, for the things I did when I was grown, and the things I did when I was back to normal too. Bakura, Karasu, I am sorry I scared you. Poet? I know words is no good si? Bat... I should not have done what I did. So even if you no accept, I still say it, I am sorry.

Dev and Angeal, you guys tried to talk me down, thank you. I'm sorry I was cruel.

Most of all, sorry to Mika, and Mika... You know why I am sorry.

If anybody need me, I am in Doctor Muraki's room for a while to recover injury. So, si... This is all I 'ave to say.

[Event]

[His feet were lost inside the floor, stuck inside it somehow with no way of escape just as his arms were phased into the wall behind him. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see because his vision was red, one of his eyes was missing and all of his muscles ached with the position he was trapped in.

The room was familiar, the inside of a caravan with walls plastered in colourful circus posters and flyers. Some of them featured “The Amazing Seth Aurailia.”

There was another figure in the caravan as well, standing in front of him with a sadistic smirk on his face. His brother, his identical twin, the Aurailia. He had dark hair, the same style as Seth’s, and the same dark rimmed eyes and dark clothing.

The back of his neck was bleeding a sickly smell into the air.]

"You bought this on yourself Seth."

Okay cowboys, I had an idea whilst talking to Hayden that I think might save some trouble. Providing our little expedition to the well does no work, and we can do nothing to prevent the inevitable...

Those who are cursed, on the last day, should be locked up. That way, if we come back the same way Mika and Hayden did, we won't hurt anyone, and no one will be forced to hurt us si?

Maybe there is a jail around here somewhere? Either way, locking up the bodies sounds like a plan to me ey? No matter how disputable it sound.

Oh and you, stop following me you crazy bastard.