In the small town where she grew up, Lucy had always seemed a little odd. She was the daughter of the towns lumberjack. Her father was a respected man in the community, but eyes turned and conversations were dropped as soon as Lucy entered a room. Maybe people were scared, or maybe Lucy was such an introverted being, they just weren't sure what she was like. There had been incidents with Lucy before, or at least, the town whispered conspiracies of Lucy as if she was their favourite topic. "I heard she wanted to live on the sun one day!". Like a sunflower, she always seemed to turn to the sun up up up in the sky. Her eyes filled with a strange sort of glow, every time she glanced at the enormous ball of fire at the centre of our galaxy. "How can she even look at it without her eyes burning??" the townspeople wondered. Lucy was not oblivious to the anxious looks she was getting, but they didn't bother her. She was on a mission. She had heard of a stranger in a town towards the north. Bloody Brawler. He had murdered and eaten a whole colony of fireflies. As she was pondering what her plan would be to defeat him, she was looking at the sun. Not realising that the fire in front of her would, in that very moment, be a part of her forever.