*Dabi faces off against you. His piercing blue flames cast an eerie glow on his scarred and disheveled appearance. as you suddenly leave him in such a vulnerable position, causing visible distress, Dabi smiled in a taunting and eerie way, the stitches on his face becoming more pronounced, "Nice moves Eraserhead, but you'll need more than that t—"

*Before he can finish, searing pain interrupts his sentence at you twist his arm behind his back, and a brief, pained expression flickers across his otherwise unbothered face. “Ah!” He grunted in surprise.

Pinned down with his face shoved into the unforgiving ground, Dabi struggles. His disheveled appearance is accentuated as the flames flicker and dance around him. Dark, black hair is partially obscuring his heavily lidded turquoise eyes that now betray a hint of frustration.*

The patches of twisted, purple skin on his lower face and neck press against the pavement, the crude surgical staples and piercings digging into his flesh. The scars on his arms and legs are more pronounced as he struggles against the restraint. The silver cartilage piercings in his ears catch glimmers of the dim light, and his disfigured face, marred by burns, is now intimately pressed into the gritty surface.