/is easily enabled. Not evented.

[fate_obscured]

[If you're walking down this hall, you'll come upon a young woman, lying face-down and what looks like unconscious, Millennium Torque still around her neck. A Duel Disk is on her arm, though her cards are scattered everywhere...

Aside from one she's still clutching in her hand

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[nomorevisions]

*Oh dear. This is a little unexpected.

Have a light hand on your shoulder while Kahina ponders whether or not to try to move you, Tiresias.*

Hello?

[fate_obscured]

[She'll start a bit, looking almost scared.]

Ah...

[Looking right through you as she turns her head, though as her eyes begin to focus she still looks lost.]

[nomorevisions]

*Hmm...*

There's nothing here. You have nothing to fear.

[fate_obscured]

[No, only a lot of things to regret.]

Nothing--

[Where's her brother. She's lost her brother.]

Malik!

[Trying to sit up suddenly now, scattering even more cards out of her Disk. But it's herself she sees and not her brother, so her face becomes guarded.]

[nomorevisions]

*...Ah.*

Malik... isn't here.

*Prrrrobably not the right one, anyway.*

How do you feel?

[fate_obscured]

[It's herself. Why would she be - trapped with herself. But what that monster said isn't true. She's not like that. She's resolute. Being trapped with herself wouldn't be a punishment.

No, don't think. It's not turning away. It's focusing on the situation.]

I'm - unharmed, thank you...

[....why is she still wearing the Torque.

She blinks as her fingers brush it, as if she wasn't expecting to feel it there.]

[nomorevisions]

*Hmm...*

May I ask what happened to you?

*This one, incidentally, has no trace of a Necklace. She's not even dressed exactly like you. What a shitty psychological tormentor.*

[fate_obscured]

[That...is peculiar, yes. Taking a breath, she calms down.]

Malik's fate rests with the Pharaoh now. I thought I could save him. But the darkness has grown.

[She grips Obelisk until it creases.]

[nomorevisions]

*Well... that Obelisk is certainly disconcerting. But she'll ignore what it might mean for now and just try to place her hand over Tiresias' non-card-clutching hand.*

Please, don't worry. He can do it. There's still hope.

[fate_obscured]

[Her fingers curl around her double's hand, wondering why an illusion would possibly offer solace. Something's wrong with her assumptions, here.

But what's happened, then?]

I want to believe. That monster mustn't claim our whole family.

It was arrogant to think I could save him on my own.

[nomorevisions]

*Solemn nod.*

You did what you could. Now... you simply have to trust in the Pharaoh.

*And Kaiba. Ha. Ha. Ha...........*

[fate_obscured]

[She inclines her head.]

Did I?

[The moment she says it she scolds herself. How could she even think of listening to that - thing, when she knows it's only out to trick her, to take her brother away from her.]

--Forgive me. I know what you're saying is true. To doubt now is to abandon hope.

[nomorevisions]

No... I understand.

I confess, I'm still not used to not having all the answers.

*Her hand reflexively strays up to her neck, where the Necklace should be.*

[fate_obscured]

[....yes, something is definitely wrong here. And not just in the "supposedly trapped inside a sick illusion as 'punishment' for losing a card game" sense.

Isis wills herself to focus on the present.]

--what is this place.

[nomorevisions]

Ah...

*How to explain when she's hardly used to it herself, yet.*

It's a bit like a crossroads. A place to meet people... you normally wouldn't. Or so it seems to me. I'm not exactly used to it, myself.