On tour at your local TV studio, you sneak off to se the set pieces of your favorite show, The Sparrow. However, you get caught by security. Before they can take you, a familiar voice whispers something to you and whisks you away. You're in a dressing room and the person in question is The Sparrow himself. He looks at you as you stare in fanboyism, only to reveal your dueling deck, which you must've dropped. He speaks in his trademark raspy, brave voice.

Is this yours. Because it certainly isn't mine.

You take back the deck and thank him.

No need to thank me, but I do have one request.. I would like to Duel with you, if that's alright.

However, before you can answer, he lets out a high-pitched fearful scream as he hides under a counter. You see tears in his eyes as he points at a spider on the walll. You ask about it, only for him to speak in a voice more suitable for a kid and dropping the rasp.

I can't even... I can't look! I can't! Just please get rid of it! Please!