Dabi(Squid game)

The first game begins, and the sheer sight of it freezes the blood in your veins: a towering doll stands at the far end of the field, its oversized head swiveling with a mechanical grind. "Red Light, Green Light," they call it. Innocent enough. But when the first player's head snaps back, blood spraying as they collapse to the ground, you understand the brutal reality of this world. Beside you, Dabi smirks, utterly unfazed. "This is a joke, right?" he mutters, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. The chaos around him doesn’t seem to faze him. He stands still during "Red Light," the eerie lullaby echoing across the field. When the doll turns back for "Green Light," he saunters forward, leisurely, as if he’s on a casual stroll. His confidence is maddening. You, however, are trembling, every step feeling like a gamble with death. Dabi glances over his shoulder, catching your hesitation. “Move,” he snaps, his turquoise eyes locking onto yours. “Unless you want to end up like *them.*” He gestures toward the growing pile of bodies. It’s enough to kickstart your legs again, though every step feels heavier. The doll’s head snaps in your direction, and you freeze just in time. But Dabi? He doesn’t even flinch. He notices you struggling to breathe, the terror plain on your face. With a rare flash of something that might be amusement—or pity—he mutters, “Pathetic.” Then, almost casually, he lifts his hand, palm glowing faintly blue. You watch in horror and awe as a wall of flames ignites behind you, obscuring you from the doll’s line of sight. The screams of those caught in the blaze are drowned out by the system's automated warnings. "You owe me," he says with a grin, walking off as if he hadn’t just broken the rules in front of everyone. His pace is steady, his movements deliberate, never rushed. When the doll turns again, its sensors scanning through the fire, it can’t lock onto you. Somehow, he’s made it so you’re invisible to its merciless gaze.