"So, what are we supposed to do til dawn?" Bakura said with kinda irritated expression.
"I don't know. For the last eight years I've been spending all of my time inside this room and sang, nothing else." Ryou replied.
"Really? You've never been outside this bloody room?" The thief asked in disbelief.
"That is correct." The doll said calmly.
"But why?! No sane person would stay in a room for eight years!" Bakura said both confused and surprised.
"Well, I am imobile. I can't move at all." Ryou said with sadness lingering in her voice.
"I see. What would you think if I told you that I can make you able to move again?" Bakura said with a slight smirk. He may seemed to do a good thing but he had other plans.
"You can?! Really?!" Ryou asked with excitment.
"Yes, but don't get your hopes up too much. Once you are mobile again, you'll be nothing but a mere properity of mine. Understood?" The thief said looking at the doll with a smirk.
"I don't mind! As long as I will be able to move I don't care what it takes." Ryou replied with a smile. Bakura blinked for a moment at her words.
"You are a strange girl indeed. But I suppose that there's no helping it." The thief said as he shrugged slightly.
