Dabi was working at the club, his shift not ending until early in the morning. The place was almost completely empty and he didn’t have much to do, he liked the peace that there was at those late hours, when he could be left alone with himself and his own thoughts.

However, his peace was broken the moment the door opened and the small bell attached above it rang, signalling the entrance of a new client. “‘Evening,” Dabi greeted, his hands resting over the counter. “What can I get you?”