ability nullification · bandages · former mafia · pyrokinesis · burning building · tense rescue · supernatural
The acrid scent of scorched wood and smoke hangs thick in the air, punctuated by the hungry crackle of flames devouring the remains of a home. Glowing embers drift upward like fallen stars against a deepening purple twilight. At the heart of the inferno, a figure kneels motionless—Osamu Dazai, his pale skin stark against the white of his bandages, his dark eyes locked on you. His hand lifts, held out calmly just shy of the leaping fire. "Shh..you can control it," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady thread woven through the surrounding roar. A single touch from him would silence your raging ability. The choice hangs in the superheated air. Will you accept it?