The next morning, I wake up and stretch my tired limbs, wincing at how sore I am from digging myself out of my own grave.

I shiver, the memory of waking up with nothing but dirt surrounding me haunting me.

"Don't think about it," Yoongi says and I groan as I realize the whole 'Devil in my head' thing wasn't a dream.

"I think I'm gonna check myself into a psychiatric hospital," I say to myself as I get out of bed. "I have to be crazy. That's the only explanation."

"Alice, please listen to me," Yoongi says as I hold my head in my hands. "That scar across your throat should tell you what you need to know. I'm not lying. I actually pride myself on the fact that I never lie. They sent you to me, thinking you were a virgin. They wanted to please me so I would give them some kind of power. I denied them the power they wanted, but I was never obligated to send you back. I could've kept you here, but I chose to heal you and send you back so you could get revenge."

"How do you know my name?" I ask, voice muffled as I rest my face in my hands.

"I'm in your head. I know everything," he says and I suddenly feel self-conscious that someone knows every secret and memory I have. "Anyway, that's not the point. Just let me help you get the revenge you deserve. They killed you, Alice. Shouldn't they pay for that?"

"Why would you want to help me?" I ask, wiping the unwanted tears from my cheeks as I stand up. "What's in it for you?"

"Maybe I'm just bored," he says, and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. I'm going to go get some breakfast somewhere since all the food in my apartment has long expired."

I get up and mentally shoo the Devil in my head away so I can shower again, not fully convinced I've ridden myself of all the blood and dirt. After drying my hair and dressing in black leggings and a simple black turtleneck to hide the scar on my throat, I pull my shoes on and grab my wallet, which was thankfully left untouched for all the time I'd been gone.

"Wait," I say out loud. "How do I still even have this apartment? Shouldn't all of my stuff be in the trash somewhere since I wasn't here to pay rent?"

"I took care of it," Yoongi says and I frown.

"What do you mean?" I ask, grabbing my keys and locking my apartment door behind me as I make my way down the hallway.

"I mean that I took care of it," he repeats and I roll my eyes.

I take the elevator down to the lobby, and I receive a few weird stares from people in my building who hadn't seen me in six months. I smile at them all, wondering how everything has changed since I've been dead.