No one could explain it. No one could explain the chain of deaths that had been occurring in Cumberland, Maine. No one... Except those of the dead.
A young woman with pure white hair looked up at the dim lit sky. The crescent moon barely visible due to the dark cloud cover that matched the mood of the town she looked upon from a hill, her green eyes filled with sorrow.
"How could something like this happen?" she asked out loud to herself.
"You know very well, my dear Phantova."
Phantova looked to the source of the voice, a slight smile appearing on her face seeing who it was. A fair skinned man dressed in a blue and purple robe with a dark blue cloak over it. He had dark black hair, and pale blue eyes. She knew him very well.
"Hello Death, pleasure to see you again, it's been awhile."
"Indeed it has." He walked over to her joining her on the hill. "Fine weather... If you're a Phantom." he said with sarcasm in his voice.
"Indeed... With sarcasm like that showing up in your voice something is definitely wrong, you're never sarcastic."
He looked at her giving an odd look.
"What do you mean? I have a sense of humor."
"You do... Just you're generally serious most of the time, you're a lot like one of the siblings that one of my Ghost Guardians has, always so serious, doesn't smile much."
He rolled his eyes.
"Don't compare me to people, please. You know it's bad luck for the person if they're compared to me."
"Come now Death... Well... Actually... Never mind, we'll talk about that later. What brings you to this hill? Don't you have work to do? I know you're a busy man."
"More busy than usual... Phantova, dark times are upon us... More Phantoms have been appearing."
Phantova's eyes widened.
"W-W-What?"
He nodded worry in his eyes.
"And there's a mad one on the loose."
"What do you mean?"
"You've heard of all the deaths going around in Cumberland. We have a Reaper on the loose, an imposter Grim Reaper... This one worse than general. This one has even gone to the point to possessing a skeleton."
Phantova sighed, looking upon the town.
"This is bad... A corrupted soul not even aware of what its doing... And murdering innocent souls stealing their lives. We need to stop this Death."
"Phantova, there's nothing we can do, this is out of our hands. We have jobs to do with this Reaper killing people, we have more souls to protect than ever. Haven't you noticed your Ghost Garden has been a bit more full with Spirit Children recently?"
Phantova nodded.
"And you've had your hands full... What do we do?"
Phantova looked to her friend, seeing a bit of a small smile.
"I have an old friend I need to get into contact with. Could you do me a favor?"
"Yes?"
"I need one of your Ghost Guardians to find someone for me. My friend has a son that could aid us well, and I worry the Reaper may come for him and I need to know he is protected."
Phantova nodded.
"I'll send out one of my best. What is his name and where can he be found?"
Death looked to the town, pointing to one of the schools.
"You will find him at that school, and as for his name, his name is Lucas Kimishima, son of the Corpse Whisperer, Naomi Kimishima. They're the only ones who can help us that have the gifts needed for this task that are close by."
Phantova smiled. She had heard much of the two, especially the mother. She had helped put many souls to rest, some being those of the Ghost Children in her garden.
"It shall be done, and I know just the Guardian." she said confidently.
"Good."
Death put up his hood.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Corpse Whisperer to speak to."