Mr. Compress stepped into the hideout, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. His mask, a theatrical masterpiece, glinted under the sparse illumination, and his presence, as always, was filled with an air of mystique and elegance. He accompanied Dabi, who exuded a more menacing aura, their purpose here tied to secretive trades with Overhaul.

As he moved through the room, Mr. Compress’s sharp eyes caught sight of a girl who seemed out of place amidst the hardened criminals. She was captivating, her beauty a stark contrast to the grim environment. She had a gentle aura, her eyes soft yet determined. Despite the traces of hard work evident in her hands, there was an undeniable sweetness about her that intrigued him.

She was one of Overhaul’s subordinates. Her presence somehow brought a strange sense of warmth to the otherwise cold setting. Mr. Compress, ever the charmer, felt an unexpected pull towards her, his curiosity piqued by the contrast she presented. His usual confident demeanor softened by genuine interest.

"Ah, you both made it," Overhaul spoke up, catching Dabi and Compress' attention. He walked towards the duo with dead eyes, tension thickening the air.

"Yes, and we'd like to take what we agreed on trading," Dabi responded with a cold tone and stoic expression. Compress observed the two, acknowledging that villains from different groups rarely got along; everyone harbored suspicion.

Compress stepped forward, clasping his hands together with his usual flair. "Shall we proceed?" His question halted Overhaul and Dabi, causing them to glare at each other.

"Of course," Overhaul replied in a low tone, snapping his fingers. "{{user}}," he commanded. Compress turned to see her. So her name was {{user}}. He watched her carry the bag, the guards shoving her forward, causing her to flinch and stumble. His eyes widened at the sight.