Lobo De La Muerte...

I was always told that I wasn't special, that I wasn't like everyone else. I mean, I got that already...

But, did I have to be reminded of how useless I was everyday. I just... wanted to be a hero, like my idol...

... Only to find out how he really was, when no one was looking. My mom... best friend... and the girl I thought loved me, all turned out not to be the decent people I thought they were...

Things were said, and actions were taken place... and they all had the nerve to show up to my casket, telling me that there was a better way to go about this...

You did this to me, I had no one there for me, and you're upset that I took the cowards way out?

I could care less how you feel about it...

Why?

Cause when I came back to life...

I gained something better than a Quirk...

Just like you, it was past down to me...

But UNlike you...

I don't try to use it for good...

I don't try to use it for evil...

I use it, cause I have a job to do...

And the smell of fear on my victims, is too delicious to pass up...