Mahaad tugged the collar of his jacket up further and buried his nose into his scarf. It was a chilly day and the wind offered no help whatsoever. He’d decided to venture from warmth and comfort of his home to stop by the Game Shop. It was his day to work, and unfortunately, Yugi didn’t think weather was an acceptable reason to miss work. A strong breeze blew by, whipping his hair about wildly for a few moments before dropping the purple locks.
Mahaad put some speed in his step, if only to reach the Game Shop faster. He walked forward undeterred for a while, managing not to collide with anyone, but his luck ran out much too soon, and his shoulder connected with the body of another. He quickly turned to apologise, but was struck dumb by who he saw.