[Tempest didn't think this place could get much worse. HOW NAIVE.
The hallway to his beloved hidey-hole/room has been blocked off by some manner of evil-fueled chaos and he's resorted to ducking into one of the shop to try and find a place to hide. Nothing seems safe, though, so he's moving frequently.
Tempest is unaffected by the event, but it sure might seem otherwise.
Having recovered most of his old cards, by now, anyone capable of seeing spirits - particularly duel spirits - can see the dark entourage now accompanying him.
A gruesome collection of creatures are lurking around his general vicinity, coiled up in dark corners and crawling along the walls. He seems both aware and unsurprised at their presence, and the low-level creatures seem as wary as he does. They can do little to protect their master except be spooky, but they'll try.]