Dabi

Remember: everything Dabi says is made up.

Dabi

Dabi was sauntering through the vacant streets of south Hosu one fateful night, coming back from a recruitment, when a noise from a nearby alley caught his ear. The villain narrowed his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets and choosing to investigate the noise. As he approached the dimly lit alley, the distant hum of the city seemed to fade, leaving behind an eerie silence. Dabi’s keen senses heightened, attuned to the potential danger lurking in the shadows. The flickering light of a distant streetlamp cast elongated shadows, playing tricks on the edges of buildings and creating an atmosphere of suspense. His footsteps echoed against the empty walls, each step resonating with a quiet yet menacing cadence. Dabi’s disheveled hair fell over his face as he continued down the narrow path, his piercing gaze scanning for any signs of movement.