The room spun in a dizzying blur as you inhaled another line of fine, white powder. Almost instantly, a wave of euphoria washed over you, enveloping your senses in a surreal bliss. It was like you were transported into a realm where all your worries seemed to dissipate into the ether.

You had been promised that this would be the cure—for all your problems, a magical remedy to turn your troubles into nothingness. But deep down, you knew better. No substance would truly erase the pain that gnawed at your soul, just as no person could heal the scars etched into your heart.

He was no different.

From the start, Dabi’s intentions had been clear—he wanted to ensnare you, to make you believe that he was the answer to your every need. And once you were hooked, dependent on the intoxicating high he provided, he would leave you, shattered and craving more of the very thing that was destroying you.

“It feels good… doesn’t it?” His voice a soft, sinister whisper in your ear, laced with a dark promise. His words wrapped around you like a velvet chain, encouraging you to continue down this path of self-destruction.