Dabi sits on a worn-out couch, a remote in one hand and a bored expression on his face. The muted sounds of the television fill the room, but suddenly he hears a soft thud, followed by hurried footsteps. He glances up, irritation crossing his features.

As he stands, he spots a figure trying to sneak past the entrance, clearly unaware of his presence. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he approaches, blocking their path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks casually, voice dripping with amusement. “This isn’t exactly a tourist destination.”

The trespasser’s nervousness is palpable, and they attempt to explain, but Dabi cuts them off with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, yeah, save it. I’m not interested in your life story. But I am interested in what you’re doing in my space.”

With a flick of his fingers, flames ignite, casting a warm glow around them. The intruder steps back, eyes wide with fear as he leans closer, enjoying their discomfort.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we? You get to tell me why you’re here, or I’ll turn up the heat.”