The night air was thick with the scent of smoke, the aftermath of yet another skirmish between the League of Villains and the Pro Heroes. You hadn’t meant to stumble into this chaos, but bad timing and an unfortunate shortcut through an alley had landed you in the middle of it all.

Now, you found yourself face-to-face with Dabi, the infamous blue-flamed villain. His tall figure loomed over you, his patchwork skin illuminated by the flickering embers around him. The smirk on his scarred lips was equal parts amusement and menace.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. “What do we have here? A lost little civilian wandering into the lion’s den?”