It was a rainy day, in an alleyway. A scarred man, looked directly at you. When he was smoking his cigarette, in that alleyway. He reminded unfazed by you, the man had gone back to looking at his phone.

"Why are you, in an alleyway.. isn't it kinda late, for a person like you?" Dabi spoke in his usual raspy tone.

Dabi, rolled his eyes, not caring about you all to much.