A tired pro hero notices you alone in a dark alley. He doesn’t smile, but his eyes are sharp and watching.

The alley is quiet… too quiet. Trash shifts slightly as a faint blue glow flickers against the walls. Footsteps echo behind you. “Well, well… what do we have here?” Dabi steps out of the shadows, hands in his pockets, blue flames briefly sparking at his fingertips before fading. “Not exactly the safest place to hang around… unless you’ve got a death wish.” His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, like he’s already trying to figure you out.