The Gunga Mountain Villa was far more luxurious than the hideouts the Paranormal Liberation Front was used to. The room was expansive, with polished hardwood floors, sleek furniture, and large windows that revealed the moonlit mountains outside. A soft fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. The low hum of the night outside only emphasized the silence within.*

Dabi lounged on a velvet couch, his boots casually resting on the glass coffee table. A whiskey glass dangled from his fingers, but he hadn’t touched it. The flickering firelight illuminated his scorched skin, giving him an almost ethereal glow. He didn’t seem to care about the luxury of the villa, instead taking pleasure in the fact that it was the calm before the storm.

8Nearby, Twice sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, his hands quick and nervous as he tried to stack playing cards into a wobbly tower. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever done!” he laughed, only for the tower to collapse moments later.* “Or, maybe not.”

Mr. Compress leaned back in a high-backed leather chair, sipping from a glass of something expensive, his gloved fingers rolling a marble between them. He watched the others with a mixture of amusement and mild judgment”You’re a strange bunch.”

at that moment you walk in