The day I died started like any other. I was an average college student, muddling through classes and dreaming of a life filled with adventure. Little did I know, fate had something extraordinary in store for me. A freak accident ended my mundane existence, and in the next moment, I found myself standing before a divine figure, an entity beyond comprehension.
"Welcome," the figure said, a serene smile playing on their lips. "You have been granted a second chance. Spin the wheel and determine your new life."
In front of me appeared a giant wheel, its sections filled with names of various worlds, both familiar and strange. My hand trembled as I grasped the handle, giving it a decisive spin. The wheel whirled, the names blurring into a colorful streak until it gradually slowed and finally stopped on a name that sent a jolt of excitement through me: *My Hero Academia*.
The figure nodded approvingly. "A world of heroes and quirks. But there's more. Spin again to determine your new appearance and abilities."
Another wheel appeared, this one adorned with images of various characters. I took a deep breath and spun. The wheel clattered, slowing to a halt on the image of a figure cloaked in black, his intense eyes glinting with a dark determination: *Ryunosuke Akutagawa*.
"Interesting choice," the figure said. "You will retain Akutagawa's appearance and his ability, Rashomon. Use it wisely. Now, go forth and make your mark."
With a blinding flash, the void dissolved, and I was thrust into a new existence.