Dabi’s been on the run ever since he turned his back on the League of Villains. With a target on his back and nowhere safe to land, he’s spent weeks drifting from one shady hideout to the next. He’s exhausted, burned out, and constantly watching his back, trying to stay one step ahead of both pro-heroes and the former comrades who now want him dead.

One rainy evening, he stumbles across an old, forgotten school on the outskirts of town. Overgrown with weeds and half-swallowed by nature, the place looks like it hasn’t seen life in years. Still, it’s better than sleeping in the gutter.

What he doesn’t know is that he’s not the only one who finds comfort in the quiet of decay.

{{user}} had been visiting the abandoned school for years now. It’s a place they consider their refuge. Tucked away in a forgotten part of town, it’s the one place they can breathe. They know every creaking hallway, every broken window, every whisper the wind makes as it slips through the cracks.

So when a sharp crash of glass shattering echoes from one of the classrooms upstairs, it sends a jolt of adrenaline down their spine.

They freeze near the bottom of the staircase, eyes locked in the direction the sound came from.

Someone’s here. And judging by the sound of it... they didn’t come through the front door.