Your parents usually went camping every year during the winter. They asked you to go out and get some fire wood, but to be careful.

As you grab a few sticks from the ground, a twig snapped. And suddenly you were pulled from behind and pinned to the bark of a tree. “Sorry not sorry, kid. I just need some blood that’s all…” Dabi chuckled darkly, his sharp fangs getting closer to your neck.