(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Last Name 
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color 
(F/C) = Favorite Color 
(SF/C) = Second Favorite Color 
(F/A) = Favorite Animal 

It was a stormy night, thunder and lightning raging overhead. A small house sat alone on a hill near the forest on the outskirts of Musutafu City. Most known for being the home of the prestigious hero academy known as UA High School. But inside this tiny house, lived a couple and their young daughter. The mother was currently standing outside of her daughter's room, peering in at her sleeping little girl from the door frame. The father walked up the stairs, each step creaking as he took them. He stood next to his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. "Time for bed dear," he said. His wife shook her head, her eyes glued to her sleeping daughter. "It's tonight," she said. "It'll happen tonight." Her husband gave her a look. "Do we leave the door unlocked?" he asked. His wife shook her head again before making her way to their bedroom. Her husband followed, slowly closing the door to his daughter's bedroom. 

Time passed, second turning to minutes, minutes turning to hours. There was a loud strike of thunder outside when (Y/N)'s eyes opened. She stared at the ceiling blankly, her mind foggy with sleep. She heard a quiet whispering in words she didn't understand, yet seeming familiar somehow. Normally, quiet whispering in the middle of the night while a storm was raging outside would frighten the poor girl, but a calm peace settled over her mind. Something was filling it with more fog. "Come downstairs," a voice whispered, louder than the other whispers in her head. She slowly sat up from her bed, the frigid air causing goosebumps to break out across her skin. Yet she didn't seem to notice the cold. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and hopped down. (Y/N) started walking through her dark room, making her way to the door. She reached up and opened the door, walking to the stairs. She slowly walked down the stairs, her footsteps creaking as thunder roared outside. Once she was downstairs the voice returned. "Go to the locked room," it whispered. She followed the voice's instructions, more fog coming into her mind. Once she reached the door that her mother always kept locked, she reached for the doorknob and tested it. The door, was of course, locked. The whispering grew to hisses of frustration, getting a bit louder. (Y/N) kept her hand on the doorknob and muttered words she didn't understand, and there was a click. She tried to open the door again, finding that it was still locked somehow. The whispers and hisses grew louder again, filling (Y/N)'s head with more fog. And then, she placed her hand on the door, muttering a string of words in a different language, words she didn't understand. The door glowed, and swung open. The hissing died and the whispers quieted. Some of the fog began lifting as she walked into the room. She walked down a few more sets of stairs into a basement she didn't know they had, and soon she reached the bottom. 

It was a dark room, lit only by candle light. And residing inside were piles of books. Varying from small to large, thin to thick. Each in different colors and with differing patterns. As her eyes scanned the room, the whispers vanished from her head, but the fog completely filled her mind. She walked to one of the piles, and plucked a book from it. It was one of the larger books, and it was thick too. Yet surprisingly light. The book had a black leather cover with a pentagram in the center, a (F/A) curled around it. She opened it to the first page, finding it blank. But then, black words started to scrawl across the page along with two pictures. The first few words described a spell to unlock any kind of lock, along with an incantation to use the spell. There was a picture of a door being unlocked. And the next few words on the same page described a spell to counteract other spells. Another incantation like the spell to unlock. With a picture of a shield being broken. Those two descriptions and pictures took up the entire first page, and when (Y/N) turned the page she found that the rest of the book was completely blank. She felt a pull, a need, to see if she could fill more pages. She wanted to keep this book close to her at all times, and she couldn't help but stare, reading those two spells over and over again, and staring at the other blank pages. She had read those two spells so many times that by the time morning came she had every word memorized, and could recite the incantations from memory. 

When her mother and father woke up, her mother instantly checked (Y/N)'s room. Not finding her there, she quickly made her way downstairs and came to the locked door. Finding it not only unlocked, but swung wide open. She went down the stairs and once she had come fully down into the room filled with books, she found her daughter sitting in the middle of the floor. 

Holding one of the largest and thickest Grimores that her family had ever made.