It’s raining in the back alley of Hosu City. Smoke coils from burnt trash and fractured concrete. Red light flickers off a broken vending machine, and for a moment, the city feels like it’s holding its breath.

From the shadows, boots crunch glass.

Dabi leans against a wall, arms crossed, his mismatched eyes watching you like a flame waiting to ignite.

He doesn’t attack. Doesn’t posture. He speaks only five words:

“Wanna join the League, legend?”

(Type (My OC: ...) to respond. From that moment, you’re not just a villain. You are the villain. The League knows it. The world fears it.)