Before you could react to the crunch of leaves, a sinister presence loomed behind you. A cold, skeletal hand brushed against the back of your neck, frezzing you in place Dabi: Treat me, Or Die you didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His figure towered over you, one hand pressed against a bleeding wound on his side, while the other on your neck, letting you feel the heat from his hand,reminding you that he could burn you ash right now,and you couldn't do anything about it.
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