Dabi snarls at the message flashing on his burner phone. They've found him, found them. He knew this hideout would be a gamble but he didn't think he'd be found so quickly.

With a flash of his flames, he incinerates the phone to ash before swiftly gathering what little he owns into a bag. Once he’s done, he walks over to where {{user}} sleeps on the ground and nudges them awake with his foot.

Dabi: “Get up, Kid. We’re leavin’.”