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As far back as I can remember I started all on my own. Just a lost orphan wandering the streets, invisible to the world... No one cared who I was, if I lived or if I died. Not until I met Diego. He was around my age and we used to play together. Since we grew up in a dangerous neighborhood, we became good at scouting out all the locations that were safe from shady adults. I had fun playing with him. He made me like my quirk too, the one I had hated ever since it first manifested. Thanks to Diego I gained the will to live.

At the age of 7 I was adopted by Mrs. Arbogast. She was from a disgraced first generation hero family, apparently her name brought bad luck, or so they said. To me it didn't. When I became her daughter Lucille Arbogast my life changed for the better. I finally had a home, family, my friend Diego was still allowed to visit me and I enrolled in school like the other kids my age.

At the age of 8 the full extent of my quirk was discovered. The doctors said half of it was locked behind something called a ''Death Trigger'', that I would only gain access to my quirk's full potential after dying once. When I found out I became scared of taking risks. Scared that I might die from the smallest breeze knocking me over. It's funny, isn't it? I had the exact opposite reaction of what you might expect. Only Diego was able to pull me out of that dark pit I had fallen into.

I never really intended on going into heroism. Well, not at first anyway. I think I was an impressionable young girl and I was surrounded by people that supported me. My adoptive mother was a pro hero too, so she taught me everything she knew, taught me to use my spit to save people, to outmaneuver opponents. Thanks to her I passed my entrance exam and soon enrolled into hero school.

Everything was going fine until my third year as a student. Despite my best efforts to avoid it...

I died.

I still remember the scenery before me. The eeriness of the vast, black void around me, the sound of bones cracking as I walked a path made of skulls to get up to it. It gifted me with the second half of my quirk. My quirk was always meant to be a dual type power, but it didn't fully unlock until I died. Then it woke me up again. Ever since that day when I was 20, I haven't been able to taste foods or drinks. I can differentiate textures, but they all taste the same to me. Only the blood that I needed to drink to sustain my quirk kept its irony taste. However, those drawbacks were nothing compared to how much I hurt the people around me. I had failed, I had died.

It's my fault that Diego strayed from the path of heroism. He never said it, but I could tell something had changed after I came back.

I never got to confess to him either. I wish I hadn't been such a coward back then.

With my full power unlocked I was able to grow wings, and I trained like never before, graduating and eventually becoming the hero Phantasmagoria. I stayed in the place where I grew up for a little while before I found my true calling. My half brother Lucas Arbogast, a professional hero from Japan had been chasing a lead on a villain group that calls themselves Avarice. Lucas took down most of their members, but asked that I help track them down in his stead while recovers from the injuries he has sustained. I accepted it in a heartbeat and also applied for a teaching position at UAU. I didn't just want to help people, I wanted to pay the kindness my teachers had shown me forward to the next generation.

When I arrived in Japan, Mar, also known as the pro hero Tiburón showed me around and made me feel welcome. We're good friends today and she even joined me as a teacher at UAU eventually! Here in Japan I've met so many amazing people, but I haven't been able to escape from my past.

Diego became a villain, for whatever reason, a villain in Japan. It breaks my heart, but I know I must capture him and bring him to justice.