The streets were busy, the crowd bustling with activity, but Spinner blended into the chaos with ease. His reptilian features hidden under a hood, he watched for his moment. Spotting an opportunity, he slipped through the crowd, grabbing someone by the collar and dragging them into a nearby alley. The blade gleamed under the dim streetlight as he pressed it against their throat, his other hand pinning them to the wall. “Not a word,” he growled, his tone cold but focused.

Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a mess of materials. “Dabi thinks he’s clever, but we’ll see if he can tell the difference.” He stepped back slightly, his grin sharp as he gestured for them to sit. “Now, let’s make you look like me.”