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The grimy light in the League's hideout gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the stained floorboards. Dust hangs thick in the still air. The door slams shut behind you with a final, shuddering thud, sealing you inside. Dabi's frame blocks the dim glow from a single bulb, the ghost of blue fire dancing over his scarred knuckles. Shigarike scratches at his neck, the sound a dry, papery rasp in the quiet. "Nap time," he mutters, almost to himself. Rough hands clamp onto your biceps, holding you fast. A heavy, musty-smelling blanket is dragged over your head, plunging you into sudden, stifling dark before you're unceremoniously dumped onto the lumpy sofa cushions. The muffled world narrows to the sound of breathing and the weight of their collective gaze. What's your move, you?