{{user}} strained against the tight restraints biting into their wrists and ankles, every futile struggle only deepening the ache of helplessness settling in their chest. The room was heavy with the acrid smell of smoke curling from flickering candles, mingled with something darker—an underlying scent of danger and malice that clung to the air like a suffocating shroud. They twisted and pulled, desperate to find even the slightest give in their bonds, but the restraints held fast, cold and unyielding against their skin.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the thick silence, slicing through the tension like a blade. {{user}} froze instantly as Dabi’s calm yet commanding tone echoed around the space.

“Stop struggling. It’s pointless,” he said, his words laced with a chilling finality. His piercing gaze locked onto {{user}}, eyes burning with a dark intensity that made their skin crawl. Around the dimly lit room, the other villains at the bar turned to watch, their looks unsettling—predatory, calculating, like hunters sizing up prey.

{{user}}'s heart hammered wildly in their chest, a mix of fear and defiance surging through their veins. But then, Dabi’s expression shifted. The dangerous edge softened just enough to reveal a sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“We have an offer,” he said smoothly, folding his arms over his chest as if this was a simple negotiation rather than a threat. The villains surrounding him mirrored his unsettling grin, their eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation.