The blinds had been drawn all day. The stale smell of tobacco filtered out into the apartment building as Gold bid farewell to a young woman whom had spent the night. Her hair was disheveled and she wore the same outfit she had worn the night before, a dress painfully inappropriate for 15:45pm. Gold leaned against the doorway, the young woman pressed her hands against his chest and giggled, "So when will I see you again?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"I'll call you."
"But you didn't take my number, silly."
"Ah, right. Hold on a minute, babe." Gold began searching for his mobile. He had no intention of contacting the girl but didn't have the heart to be rude. "Type your number in." The young woman saved her name as Yasuna and left with a skip in her step.

Gold locked the front door to his apartment and then sank into his sofa. He felt lethargic and sore. Sitting on the coffee table lay a magazine which was unusual because Gold didn't read magazines and wouldn't dream of buying a tasteless glossy about celebrity gossip. He picked it up. To his surprise and dismay, he realised the magazine was named "Gold" and was apparently entirely about him. One of the headlines read, "Yasuna tells us all about her night with the man himself!"

"Aaaaaactiooooooon!!" Cried Murumuru. The little imp was disguised as a film director and pointed a video camera directly at Gold. Gold was unresponsive to Murumuru's shenanigans and simply replied,
"Is this trash yours?" Flinging the magazine at her. Murumuru's face became stern,
"I'd be careful with that if I were you! Just saying!"
"What are you doing here? I'm not in the mood to talk today."
"Oh, I'm not here to talk philosophy today."
"Then what?"
"You should put some clothes on." Murumuru said, shading her eyes and pretending to blush. Gold replied by raising his shoulders unenthusiastically. "Then you'll just have go like that, I'm afraid!"

The couch beneath his buttocks vanished, causing Gold to fall to the floor. Up on picking himself up, he realised Murumuru had transported him to Deus' domain along with a hand full of people whom appeared merely as silhouettes. "I've never seen other people here before. What are you up to, Deus?" Gold asked himself. Up on the arrival of the last silhouette Deus explained the predicament Gold had unwittingly entered. Gold laughed, it filled the cavernous room. He blew a kiss to the other contestants and returned to his apartment. 

Gold had been in contact with Deus and Murumuru for some time now but never did they reveal what they had in store for him. He found it funny, in a twisted sort of way. He should have figured, history has shown that awful things happen to those who claimed to have contacted God. He picked up his Diary from the floor and began to inspect it properly. The front page had drastically changed. Yasuna's kiss and tell story was no longer the main article, instead it read emboldened, "GOLD FOUND DEAD IN HIS APARTMENT".

Gold began to think, "First I need to learn the nature of this magazine. Yes, it tells the future but how accurately? It seems to be dated tomorrow so from that I can deduce that this magazine only reveals things that will happen today from tomorrow's perspective. Like any magazine, the articles need time to be written and then even more time to be published. In other words, I'll be reported dead tomorrow but killed today." Gold scrambled to his feet. It seemed that the game had begun without even giving him time to digest. "If I'm not in my apartment, I won't be killed." In a display of lightning fast reflexes, Gold dressed himself in a flamboyantly coloured suit and left in a hurry, aiming to check himself into a hotel.