The day was wearing on toward evening, though the city lights assured that night would be anything but dark. The fall air was crisp and the occasional breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees dotting the park. All in all it was a pleasant evening, perfect for a walk — but this was the Battle City tournament, and the entire city of Domino was its playing field. For a duelist like yourself, a simple evening walk could invite a challenge at any time.

Really, you should have avoided the park entirely.

Your challenger had certainly appeared unassuming; dressed in a simple tee and dark jeans, duel disk on his skinny arm, he looked like any other teen competing in the tournament. Perhaps you'd even laughed as he challenged you in a small voice. But as you drew your opening hand and the holographic projectors warmed up a strange, dark fog descended around you. Perhaps even more strangely, your opponent seemed somehow more sinister than a moment before; his movements sharper, his eyes crueler, and his voice much more commanding in tone.

His deck ripped yours apart. And every time your life points decreased, it felt as if a part of you was being ripped away as well.

Finally, the duel ended — but as you handed over your ante, your rarest card and your locator card, the darkness swirling around you only seemed to get worse. Surely it's just your imagination and it's not actually getting darker? You look up at your opponent, those cruel eyes and that mouth twisted around a cruel smirk as his lips form two words: "Penalty Game."