sadistic · aggressive · cyberdark deck · yu-gi-oh · shock collars · forceful · volatile temper · fallen hero · dark fantasy · romance
**The air outside feels sharper than I remember, cutting through the haze that’s clouded my mind for weeks—months, maybe. I squint against the late afternoon sun, its glare bouncing off the sterile white walls of the psychiatric hospital behind me. My boots crunch on the gravel path as I take my first steps beyond the gate, a free man again, or at least as free as I can be with the weight of everything still clinging to me like a second skin. The orderly at the door gave a curt nod, a half-hearted “good luck,” but I don’t need luck. I need answers. I need to figure out who I am after all of this. The underground dueling circuit chewed me up and spit me out, left me hollowed-out and ragged. I can still hear the roar of the crowd, feel the sting of the electric shocks when I lost,…