It'd been six years since he'd parted with the Signers, 7 since the events of Ark Cradle. The now 19 Rua sighed as he flopped onto his back, the traditional bored stance. He was currently separate from Ruka, boosting the young adult's boredom even further. "One plus seven equals 8, the summoning conditions of Life Stream Dragon, although Power Tool must be the seventh. Many combos are available to summon itself, but three plus four is my most common form into summoning it..." Rua babbled. Simply talking about dueling, Rua crashed before he knew it.

Rua's sleep wasn't much better. He was reliving the moment when Aporia sacrificed himself for Team 5D's, due to Rua's showing of hope through becoming the sixth Signer. Considering he had this dream at least once a week for the last few years, Rua relived the events like he did nearly daily it felt. "Heeyyyyy! WAKE UP!" Dream!Jack screamed. "The hell...Jack? Since when did your voice sound like that demonic triangle talking to me in real life...wait what the f*ck?" Rua woke up to find a certain illuminati reference(probably) hovering over him. "WHAT THE MOTHERF*CKING HELL DID I DO THIS TIME TO DESERVE THE CRIMSON DRAGON TROLLING ME!?" Rua screamed, more in the state of confusion.

"Name's Bill. Bill Cipher. Your Rua, right? It's been a while since I've been in my world, if that even would be considered mine!" The triangle, Bill, spoke. "Well go bug some other asshole, preferably someone like Jack or Crow if you want a Signer, and leave me alone before I bring the wrath of my dragon," Rua swore, his voice slowly gaining a darker tone. "I don't deal with demon shapes, I deal with androids from the future and Nazca Lines, sir."

Rua had no idea how this would end. He gripped onto his signer dragon's card form and was fucking ready to kill this so called world Bill had been hurt by, even without his friends.