My name is Kyle Damian. I live with my mom, Dorothy Damian. My dad passed away when I was five, and right now, I am dead...Kyle found himself standing in an endless white passage, staring at the very source of his nightmares. As he gazed at his problem, it stared right back at him, having taken the form and appearance of Kyle himself, albeit with a few differences. Kyle's hair was neatly straightened, gelled, and standing up, while his double had spiky hair that fell across his face from right to left, covering his left eye down to his cheek. His double had the eyes of a madman and a devilish smile, exuding an aura of darkness.Kyle showed no signs of fear, having already realized he was no longer alive. "Come again?" Kyle asked."I AM RAKNAR, YOUR PERSONAL DEVIL," the double replied.Kyle burst into laughter, so much that his eyes began to water. He wasn't laughing because he thought it was a lie, but because he had no idea how else to react. His laughter was boundless—until Raknar, the demon and the "it" before him, joined in with a maniacal laugh that far surpassed Kyle's. This made Kyle stop laughing."Shut up!!" Kyle shouted."WHAT'S GOT YOUR PANTIES IN A JIGGLE, BOY?" Raknar said, ceasing his laughter.Kyle couldn't hold it in anymore; he fell to his knees and wailed heavily as streams of tears flowed from his eyes. Raknar walked toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder, saying, "STOP CRYING. WE STILL HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO."Kyle looked at his darker self and, after a moment, stopped crying and stood up."NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. WE'LL LEARN MORE ABOUT OURSELVES ON THE WAY... WARNING! THERE'S GONNA BE A LOT OF PAIN, TIMES WHEN YOU'LL WANT TO DIE OR RUN MAD, AND INEVITABLY, REGRETS. ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY FOR IT, KYLE DAMIAN?" Raknar asked, with the same devilish smile as before."I don't care what it is, as long as I get to see my mom," Kyle replied.Raknar chuckled. "YOU WON'T JUST SEE YOUR MOM. I'LL MAKE YOUR GREATEST DESIRE COME TRUE.""What desire?" Kyle asked, his tone filled with disbelief.Raknar then showed Kyle one of his memories. Kyle stood in his room with the demon, watching his past self. It was him at 6:47 p.m. the previous day, lying on his bed with a depressed look on his face. He had said, "My life is boring," as he scrolled through his phone. Kyle felt sad for his past self, seeing how pathetic he had looked. Then, Raknar stopped the flashback."YES, KYLE DAMIAN... I, RAKNAR, WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE INTERESTING, I SWEAR ON MY PRIDE AS A HIGHER DEVIL," Raknar said with a bow, then gently raised his head and let out a maniacal smile.Kyle heard a high-pitched ringing in his head that slowly began to fade away as he regained consciousness. He looked around, only to find familiar items—his posters, his wardrobe, his table, and a bunch of other things he owned. He was in his room, lying on top of his bed with his phone in his hands. Kyle quickly turned on his phone, using the lock screen to check the time, which read 8:47 a.m. It was already the next day."I'm late!" Kyle exclaimed as he jumped off the bed.Kyle rushed to check on his mom, who was sound asleep in her room, snoring loudly. He smiled at the sight of her sleeping posture, happy to have seen her.Kyle hurried into the shower, quickly washed, put on his boxers, and brushed his teeth. As he looked up to check his teeth in the bathroom mirror, Kyle noticed that his left eye had three different colors—black, red, and white. His pupil was now purely red, with waves of black extending from it with a fluid texture. There were eight waves separated by the normal white of his eye. Despite these changes, Kyle wasn't surprised or shocked—not even the tiniest bit of anxiety or fear.He slowly looked down to see if there were more changes and noticed that he had grown a little taller and looked more handsome, with wider, well-carved shoulders and a broad chest. Kyle thought of a way to cover his left eye, knowing it would attract unwanted attention. He used a hair straightener to draw his hair downwards from right to left, covering his left eye—making his hairstyle almost identical to Raknar's, but without the spikiness