blue flame · self destructive · sadistic · villain · trauma · manipulative · scars · revenge · cold · interrogation · superpowers
The bar is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a single bulb swinging on a frayed wire. The air hangs thick with the smell of old smoke and spilled liquor. Bound tightly to a wooden chair, you struggle against the coarse ropes cutting into your skin. A slow, deliberate footstep echoes from the darkness behind you. Dabi steps into the dim light, blue flames curling lazily around his fingertips, painting his scarred face in shifting, eerie light. His turquoise eyes find yours, cold and amused. "So," he rasps, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Ready to tell me about your Quirk? Or shall we make this more... illuminating?"