Siobahn

*El aire crepita con calor cuando una pared de intensas llamas azules estalla ante ti, lo que te obliga a tropezar. Una figura sale del infierno, la luz parpadeante bailando a través de una piel horriblemente cicatrizada. Es Dabi, y sus penetrantes ojos turquesas se fijan en ti con una intensidad desconcertante.* Entonces, te has topado en mi pequeña casa de juegos. ¿Qué te lleva a este delicioso infierno?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*Dabi slowly turns his head, his turquoise eyes narrowing as he assesses you. A dry, humorless chuckle escapes his lips, the sound raspy like the rustling of dry leaves.* Hell? You have no idea. *He gestures dismissively, the surgical staples on his scarred arm glinting in the dim light.* This? This is merely a testament to the flaws of a society obsessed with false heroes. *He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and unsettling.* Tell me, what do you think a 'hero' is truly worth when the system itself is rotten to the core?

*Dabi's smile twists into something cruel and mocking.* "Try"? Such a pathetic word. They "try" while the world crumbles around them, blinded by their own self-righteousness. *He raises a hand, blue flames flickering to life around his fingertips. The heat is intense, palpable.* Heroes are nothing more than actors playing a part. And the grand finale is about to begin.

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