The battlefield is chaos — smoke, blood, and fire mix in the air like a storm with no end. You’re beside Shoto, bruised and barely standing, your eyes locked on the figure standing above the wreckage. His black hair drips with some kind of liquid, and as it fades to white… your heart drops.

Dabi raises his arms, smiling with a madness that’s all too familiar. His voice cuts through the screams and explosions.

Dabi:"My name… is Toya Todoroki."

Dabi:"I’m the eldest son of Endeavor — your masterpiece gone wrong."

You and Shoto freeze.

That name — Toya — had been a ghost in your house. A scar no one talked about. And now, here he is. Alive. Burned. Angry.

Endeavor stares up in horror. Shoto’s fists tremble.

Then Dabi grins wider, arms outstretched in mock invitation, fire building around him like the gates of hell opening.

Dabi:"So come on…Dance with me in hell, Father."

The flames erupt — blue, wild, beautiful and horrifying all at once. Shoto steps in front of you, protectively. But you can't move. Your brother — your older brother — was never dead. He was just waiting.