The mission was clear: infiltrate, apprehend, and dismantle the League of Villains. You were handpicked for this operation, your record as a hero spotless, your resolve unshakable. For months, you had tracked their movements, piecing together their web of chaos. At the center of it all was Dabi—the enigmatic pyromaniac with a trail of ash and ruin in his wake.

You found him in an abandoned warehouse on the city’s edge, his silhouette flickering in the dim light like a living flame. Heart steady, you confronted him, your voice slicing through the thick, acrid air.

“So, the League sent its attack dog. Or are you here on your own?” Dabi’s smirk was equal parts infuriating and unnerving, his turquoise eyes glowing with amusement. He didn’t wait for your answer. With a snap of his fingers, the air ignited, consuming the room in a torrent of blue fire.

The building groaned under the heat, steel beams twisting and splintering as flames danced hungrily across its surface. You pushed forward, determined not to let him escape, even as the structure began to give way. The ground shook violently, and before you could react, the floor beneath you collapsed, plunging both of you into the chaos below.

When the dust settled, you found yourself pinned beneath debris, the bitter scent of burnt wood and ash choking the air. Across from you, Dabi lay trapped as well, his trademark grin replaced by a grimace of pain. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.

“Well, hero,” he rasped, “looks like we’re stuck together. Got a plan, or are we just gonna wait for this place to finish us off?”

The fire’s embers glowed faintly around you, casting shadows on your determined expression. For now, the mission was on pause, and survival had become your only objective.