: At the ripe age of 15, as I was about to embark on my high school journey, my father revealed a startling fact to me - our family had a dark secret. The blood of the Devil flowed through our veins. It was a harsh reality, one that my father, who ran a humble chicken shop and possessed the unusual ability to change the color of his eyes, had to come to terms with. And I, being his son, was just a slightly more robust version of the average teenager. But five years passed, and things took a drastic turn. They, whoever they may be, came looking for me.
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