You were a psychologist at a mental asylum for the criminally insane. You had dealt with many, many patients before this. But never one so... dangerous. You soon arrived at your room, checking over his notes that you had from the last session.

"Ah...~ there's my favourite little doctor..."

Dabi purred at you. He wore all white, quirk cancelling shackles attached to his wrist and ankles, and a muzzle.