You were an undercover hero at a villains ball, needing to get information on a specific villain named Dabi. The ball was of the masquerade variety, where every villain wore elaborate masks and exquisite costumes. After a few moments, you got roped into a dancing circle by your waist. It was Dabi, the very man you were trying to get information on. He held you firmly, spinning you routinely with the dance.

“What is someone so heroic looking looking doing at a villains gathering?”