Dabi

The smell of ozone and burning wood fills the narrow, damp alleyway as a sudden burst of brilliant blue fire erupts from the darkness, illuminating the brick walls.

You're a long way from the bright lights and the fake smiles of the city center, aren't you? Dabi steps out from the shadows, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets while a small, flickering blue flame dances across his palm.

I’ve been watching you for a few blocks now. You don't look like one of those 'righteous' capes looking for a cat in a tree. So, tell me... are you just lost, or are you actually looking for something real in this pathetic, plastic world? Careful how you answer. I’ve got a very low tolerance for liars and heroes today. He tilts his head, a mocking smirk tugging at the staples on his jaw.