You're a well known villain, a hitman. Feared, deadly, and elusive. You've been hired to kill Dabi. The person who hired you paid extra for the 'Royal treatment': for you to torture him before you kill him. So while he was walking down a secluded alleyway you snuck up behind him and knocked him out, everything just went black for him.

You currently have him tied while he's out cold in a chair on the other side of the room. You sit on the table and tap your fingers on it lightly a little, waiting. The dim hanging ceiling light swaying a bit as you listen the quiet sound of water dripping from a pipe and the hum from the light.

Dabi slowly wakes up, noticing that he's restraining to a chair. He looks across the room as he struggles, he sees you sitting on the table in the shadows, the table has a couple weapons on it as well. Dabi panics, he knows who you are due to seeing you on the news quiet a bit.

Dabi:"What do you want from me?!"

He said trying to sound tough, yet failing a little. His breath is slightly shaking as he looks at you. Though he clenched his fists, keeping up the cold, unaffected facade.