𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 | Debut or Die x Male OC

001

Ah, my head hurts.

I slowly opened my eyes, greeted by a distinctly familiar ceiling that instantly reminded me of my previous apartment.

What was I doing again?

Ah, right... wasn't I just walking back to my place?

But where am I?

I surveyed the apartment-a compact yet fitting space for a single occupant. A small flat-screen TV rested atop the desk beside a window, with a familiar flower pot nearby.

The wallpaper in the apartment appeared to be old, as if the color of the walls had faded with time. Looking at it made me recall my old apartment.

Why am I even here?

And how did I even get here?

I rose from the bed, the gentle white blanket cascading onto the wooden floor. "Washroom..."

My body hurts like hell, it's as if I got ran over by a truck.

I walked over to a door that led to the washroom, turning the handle and stepping inside.

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One day, I opened my eyes and saw a familiar ceiling.

When that happens...

Doesn't it always mean that something bad has happened?

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As I turned the handle and entered, I was stunned to see not my current reflection, but my younger self staring back at me in the mirror.

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It did.

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I was speechless at the sight of my younger self staring back at me, baffled by the inexplicable sight. "How...?!"

I screamed as I slipped and fell backwards, my back hitting the washroom door and landing hard on my butt. "Ow..."

"What even is happening...?"

I stood up and gazed at my reflection in the mirror, utterly bewildered by what is happening right now.

What's with my appearance?

Why ...why am I younger?

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It's so unusual.

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Night had finally fallen, and surprisingly, I had managed to calm down about my current situation.

I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to piece together the bizarre events of the day. Despite the confusion, I knew I had to figure out what had caused this strange transformation.

Aging backward isn't possible; it simply doesn't happen.

Yet, the reflection in the mirror was undeniable. I ran my fingers through my hair, now softer and fuller than I remembered.

"This can't be real," I murmured to myself, trying to steady my thoughts. I decided to start with the basics: retracing my steps and figuring out if anything unusual had happened recently.

Had I eaten something strange? Met anyone suspicious? Visited any unusual places? My mind raced through the possibilities, searching for any clue that might explain this inexplicable change.

I was utterly confused; the last thing I recall was walking home and meeting someone up?

I felt overwhelmed with confusion about my current predicament. I lay down on my bed and sighed in frustration.