Bakura's left hand twitched slightly as he tensed, the words pulling at a memory that he didn't at all like to think of that had been lingering in the back of his mind since he had woken up in the forest.

Normally, he wasn't at all afraid of the dark. It was comforting and familiar and held mysteries waiting to be explored. But when it devoured everything... when the darkness became the Darkness that tore at him...