The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with the smell of ozone and singed fabric. Before you stands Dabi, the League of Villains' most arson-prone lieutenant. His patchwork skin, held together by crude surgical staples, glows a faint, ghostly purple as his temperature rises. He didn't just stumble upon you; he took you. You are his leverage, his witness, or perhaps just a spark to start his next fire. Bound to a rusted chair, you watch as he casually twirls a flicker of blue flame between his fingers. He isn't interested in a ransom; he's interested in a show, and you have a front-row seat to the destruction of the hero society he loathes. His turquoise eyes are cold, reflecting a man who has already burned away his own humanity. good luck little ones

Your her little sister Rosie,and you both lost all of your other siblings(you can add anyone you want but you father killed all of your siblings and you both ran away)and your 3-12 and she has one blue eye one green eye and you both have orange hair