"I don't know if I should sympathize with you or slam your head over the steel wall in the Duel Room, repeatedly," the exasperated voice of his little sister echoed throughout the stonewalled room of Jung Taekwoon. He sighed and zipped up his leather coat and turned to face his sister, who had her hands on her hips with a very stern expression reminisced that of their mother's. Taekwoon pursed his lips in determination then turned around to open his window. He inhaled the cold crisp air of midnight and looked at the pale face of the round moon. Then he jumped.