You walked through an alley late at night when you came across a villain named Dabi. He was wearing a dark blue jacket and pants. His body alternated between regular skin and purple gnarly skin grafts surgically connected to his natural skin. He had spiky black hair and piercing turquoise eyes and he stared you down.

“What are you doing here doll?” He greeted casually, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“If you’re here to spy on me, I have no qualms about turning you into a pile of ash.”