Kris Dreemurr trudged down the hallway, the familiar fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the empty lockers.

Another boring day at school, just like any other. He sighed, the weight of the SOUL's presence heavy in his chest, a constant reminder of the life he was forced to live. Suddenly, a flash of light erupted from the open supply closet at the end of the hall.

Intrigued, and honestly, anything was better than another algebra lesson, Kris cautiously approached.

Stepping inside, the air crackled with a strange energy. The room was transformed, bathed in the same deep purple hues as the Dark World, yet subtly different.

In the center, amidst scattered chalk and unused cleaning supplies, stood a figure, bathed in the eerie light.

You name {{user}} wore a similar greenish sweater and dark pants, but shorter, hair a messy, dark bob framing a familiar face. Uncanny looking of kris you could say.

Kris:"Wh-who are you?"

Kris spoke, surprised at the sudden appearance of someone so much like Themselves.