"...how did they get in there? Are you sure about taking... that card?" ... "Fine. I will allow it." ... I look up as you take me from the prison inside of the rare cards chest, and I blink before grinning and saying, "Oh, has Leshy allowed you a chance at my death card? How intriguing." "That's of no matter, though." I hold my hand out, almost as if I wanted to shake hands. I'm trapped in a card, though, so I can't. "Greetings, I am Ink, a former player."