"You are a damn fucker," Anthony said. "And I owe you my damn life."

"Do something with it," Yami no Yugi said. "Something good."

Anthony managed half a grin.

"Yeah. I'll try."

He considered Yami no Yugi for a moment.

"Ya know, I don't think I believe half the things I saw happen in there," he said. "You were like some kind of wizard."

"The correct term is magician, actually."

Anthony snorted.

"I hope I don't have to meet you again, smart ass."

Yami no Yugi smiled slightly.

"Likewise."

Three years later, Anthony had given up drinking, returned to his wife and kids, and went back to school, to become a social worker.

"Are you doing all right?" Yami no Yugi asked.

"No," Narcissa whispered.

Yami no Yugi touched her shoulder. She sighed deeply.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Narcissa went back home, reconciled with her mother, and grew up to be a nurse. Every patient who has had her is surprised and pleased by her kind, gentle demeanor that keeps them brave in the face of sickness.

"You brought her back, you brought her back," Alice's mother sobbed.

Yami no Yugi did not think he deserved this. But he allowed Alice's mother to hug and cling to him as she sobbed. Her father was stone silent, frozen. He looked like he had forgotten how to feel.

"I wish I could have saved her," he whispered.

"Oh, you..." Alice's mother sobbed. "You're so young. But you brought her back to us. You didn't leave her body behind."

She held him at arm's length, still sobbing.

"And she died knowing there was something good in this world," she said. "That's the important thing."

Alice's funeral was one of the hardest things Yami no Yugi ever had to endure. He had lost.

But he wasn't the only one who lost.

The man that called himself Jigsaw, actually John Kramer, was rather pleased with his results. So many instant rehabilitation. Maybe he should have this Yugi Mutou be in more of his games. He might make a good apprentice.

He turned around.

There was a boy in the shadows. An eye glowed on his forehead.

"The door to darkness has opened," he said.

Three days after the incident, John Kramer was found dragging himself to the hospital, screaming for something to stop. Clear evidence was found in his home that linked him and several others to the Jigsaw murders. Until he died of cancer in prison, John Kramer was said to have continued to mutter about a boy with a third eye. About how he never knew how much pain he had caused.

And he didn't want to hear his victim's screams anymore.