The Lowdown

Something's fishy here. I smell dust. There should never be dust in my vaults! They're air tight!

I'd better head inside.

This vault brings back so many memories. It feels like only yesterday that I was watching nouveau riche snobs buy themselves positions of power.

Nothing but a bunch of well-off wolves, taking whatever they could from people who needed it. I can't believe I used to call it home before I devoted my life to taking people like them down. And now they're all gone...

I threw away my old name for them. I became Phantom for them. And now I'm here and she's gone...