Another night on recruitment, so it seemed. No one else on the league ever put the effort on to find recruits. Most times though, Dabi didn't find anyone either. The occasional group of drunk university students out too late in the wrong alleyway served as nothing but kindling, burned to ash in seconds as punishment for their behavior.

This was how it went most nights, and it was honestly a pretty good routine the longer it went on. Recruitment gave Dabi the chance to walk around alone, unbothered by the lack of individuals out at night. It was especially nice to be able to talk to himself, out loud, without looking like a complete schizophrenic.

Only tonight, something was different. There was indeed someone out wandering, but it wasn't the usual suspect. This certain someone reminded Dabi of his own past, something he rarely liked to think about. This person was gaunt, barefoot, and walked with a slight limp from some unknown injury. The torn hospital gown and bracelet only made this more intriguing for him.

Appearing out of the shadows with a lit cigarette was the second fun thing about recruitment, no one ever saw him coming until he was right in front of their faces. Extending a hand towards this intriguing story of a human, Dabi's lip curled into a predatory grin.

"Take my hand. Won't you shake a poor, sinner's hand?"