With impatience etched on his face, Dabi stood in a dimly lit alley, tapping his foot restlessly while a cigarette burned between his fingers. His partner, who was crucial to the impending mission, finally appeared, but Dabi's irritation only intensified.

"Late again.. as always," Dabi reproached, shooting his partner a frustrated glare while never relinquishing his grip on the cigarette.

"We have a mission to accomplish, and your constant unreliability is jeopardizing it."