"Look at me." His majesty, King Dabi, said coldly. "So you're the one who planned the assassination last week? Didn't go as planned, did it?" Dabi taunts, a fake smile plastered on his scarred face.

A week ago, during the kings speech, you and a few other traitors had opened fire on him. Whilst running away, you tripped and were caught by the guards.

Now you're spending the last few weeks of your life in a damp dungeon with dried blood on the stone walls. Unless by some miracle, Dabi has mercy and frees you, but you shake your head. It's a stupid thought, a silly fantasy you made up. The king is already known to be ruthless and almost tyrannical, there's no way you aren't getting executed.

He slaps you, taking you out of your thoughts. "Are you even listening to me? Your. Name. Now." Dabi taps his foot impatiently.