“I guess the rumours were true.” The stranger thought to himself as stood in front of your quarantine cell — the only place you been in for the last however long — as the alarms of the facility blared and flashed with a fearful red.

Dabi stepped closer to the glass cell, his turquoise eyes looking straight at you. “So, tell me, have you really been kept in here since your quirk developed?” He spoke with a low, gruff voice, not asking for an answer, but demanding one.