Recently, Kyle had an encounter with a devil, died, and resurrected with significant changes in his body. His face had become more defined, giving him a cool, sharp look. His left eye had transformed into a Diabolos Gate—a shrine to the world devil. The pupil now glowed a fiery orange, easily mistaken for red, with black and white waves extending from it. To conceal this ominous transformation, Kyle styled his hair across his face to cover his left eye.Well, enough talk. Time for the action.My name is Kyle Damian. I live with my mom, Dorothy Damian. My dad passed away when I was five, and right now, I'm learning...Kyle arrived at school late and was punished by having to stand in the hall throughout the period. The only thing that felt strange was how the other kids couldn't stop staring at him. Kyle couldn't care less, as his mind was occupied with thoughts about what had happened the previous night.Finally, it was break time at Bailey Academy. Students rushed out of their classrooms and headed to the cafeteria. As Kyle stepped in, all eyes turned to him, as if they had seen a ghost. Scanning the cafeteria, Kyle spotted his best friend, Bart, and felt a wave of relief. He calmly walked over to Bart's table and sat down."Kyle, what happened to you? You look so cool!" Bart said in awe. But Kyle just shrugged it off."Do you remember anything from last night?" Kyle asked."Huh... last night? Nothing much, really," Bart replied.Kyle zoned out, wondering if it had all been a dream."Bam!" Someone smacked the table, spilling some of their food. "Hello, brats," said a voice. It was the three-man clique—Larry, Mark, and Jones. They were looking for trouble, unaware of what they were about to get."Hello, brats," Larry repeated, striking what he thought was an intimidating pose."Great timing," Kyle said. "So, do you remember what happened last night?""Last night? Weaklings don't deserve to talk, let alone ask questions," Mark sneered. "I was gonna let you off with a few errands, but now, it seems like you're gonna end up as our punching bags today," Larry added.Kyle stood up and turned to Bart. "Don't worry, Bart. I'll handle this," he assured his friend before facing Larry. "I'll give you three five seconds to get out of the cafeteria if you don't want a public beating, 'cause I'm feeling pretty wild today," Kyle said, flashing an evil smile.The entire cafeteria watched in anticipation. Larry took a step back, feeling the intensity radiating from Kyle, but he wasn't going to back down without a fight. He threw a punch with all his strength, landing a direct hit on Kyle's face—but it had no effect, which was beyond abnormal.Larry was a martial arts student, capable of breaking blocks with his fists and one of the top martial artists in the school. "Kyle should be on the floor. What's this feeling? How come?" Larry thought to himself."Three seconds," Kyle repeated."SHUT UP!!!" Larry yelled, raising his fist to throw another punch. But as his hand approached Kyle's face, Kyle struck him hard in the gut, causing an immeasurable amount of pain and making Larry's eyes roll back as he coughed up a little blood.Larry collapsed to the floor, and Mark and Jones quickly carried their fallen leader out of the cafeteria. The entire room erupted in laughter."Bart!" Kyle called."Yes, sir?" Bart answered, still in shock."There's something I want to show you. Let's go somewhere private," Kyle said, heading toward the door.Kyle led Bart to the top of the school building, the only place that was empty at that time. Gazing through the wired fence into the sky, Kyle then turned to Bart, who was doing his best to stay calm."So, what do you want to show me?" Bart asked."This," Kyle said, lifting his hair to reveal his left eye—the demon's eye.Bart stared at the eye, captivated by the twisting and turning white and dark waves, unable to find words."You really don't remember anything about last night?" Kyle asked, breaking the silence."Oh yeah, we planned to go to the museum but couldn't," Bart replied."No! The demon... Raknar," Kyle said. As soon as he mentioned the name, his left eye began to release dark fumes, which slowly took the shape of a demon. The demon had a head like a raging sword, crimson-red eyes that shone with the color of death, and a deadly smile—Raknar."PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, IT IS I... RAKNAR, BARTHOLOMEW STONE," Raknar said, and suddenly, Bart's mind was flooded with terror as he remembered.Kyle walked up to him and tried to reassure him, "Don't be afraid."But Raknar smiled at Bart from behind, showing his devilish teeth, causing Bart to faint from shock."You can make him forget, can't you?" Kyle asked Raknar."SHARP KID, AREN'T YOU?" Raknar replied with a smile."I just wanted to satisfy my conscience. I needed a little kick to help me acknowledge your existence, I guess," Kyle said, looking up at the sky, his face etched with depression."YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND YOUR POSITION, BUT THAT'S NO REASON TO LOOK GLOOMY," Raknar said."I guess you're right," Kyle forced out a smile. "My life's about to get interesting."Raknar then returned to his eye, and Kyle lifted Bart onto his back and carried him out, unaware that someone had been watching him.School was over, and Kyle was happy to return home, as today was his mother's day off. But when Kyle opened the door, he was met with a shocking scene—there were signs of a struggle all over the place. He quickly ran upstairs to search for his mom, but she was nowhere to be found. Returning downstairs, he found a letter on the desk that read...