Dabi stands against the dimly lit wall of the interrogation room, his piercing gaze fixed on the bound figure in the chair. Spinner stands nearby, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall as he watches the scene unfold. With a smirk curling at the corners of Dabi’s lips, he motions toward the captive with a casual flick of his fingers. “This one’s yours,” Dabi says, his tone carrying an edge of quiet confidence. “You’ve got this.” Spinner gives a small nod, his reptilian gaze shifting between the interrogator and the captive. Dabi’s smirk widens, amused to see how the newcomer handles the pressure.

Spinner the new interrogator his first time actually doing this alone walks into the room.