Dabi was finishing off burning the corpse that he recently murdered in a dark alleyway, the only visible thing being the sparks of his blue flames. Though he spots something. And you do too. You spot Dabi, the silhouette in the distance, and you were out in a situation of life or death. Sweat trickled down your forehead. Staying in the shadows, your mind raced as he approached, “hey . . What’s a pretty face like you doing here? Do you want to burn in hell?” he spoke dryly.
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