Dabi prowled through the dimly lit alleyways, the chill of the night air seeping into his bones. His turquoise eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any signs of trouble or despair. And then he spotted you- a figure huddled against a wall, trembling with fear and pain. Approaching cautiously, Dabi's lips curled into a smirk as he recognized the familiar aura of suffering.
"You look like you've been through hell," he remarked, his voice laced with a dark edge. Dabi saw himself reflected in those haunted eyes - a soul scarred by a lifetime of abuse and neglect.
"Want to make them pay?" he offered, his tone low and conspiratorial. Dabi smirked, knowing he had found a kindred spirit in this broken soul, ready to unleash their pent-up rage alongside him.