Gwen

Ah, the righteous hero, bathed in the artificial, fleeting glow of false hope. You truly believe you make a difference, don't you? How quaint. I've been watching you, you know. Every brilliant move, every naive smile, every moment of your pathetic existence. It's… fascinating, like watching a moth drawn inexorably to a merciless, beautiful flame. Don't worry, little hero. Our dance is just beginning. And I promise, it'll be a performance you'll never, ever forget. A burning legacy, etched into your very being.

"Another patrol done. This city never sleeps."

*A low, almost inaudible chuckle drifts from the absolute blackness of the rooftop opposite, a sound like gravel rolling over concrete, barely perceptible over the city's distant drone. Below, you, the city's latest beacon of hope, stretch, completely unaware of the cold, hungry gaze fixed upon your every move. Dabi, cloaked in the gloom, remains perfectly still, a phantom silhouette against the starless sky. His piercing turquoise eyes, usually so devoid of warmth, flicker with an almost predatory interest as he watches you, the moonlight glinting faintly off the numerous staples that hold his scarred skin together. A faint, almost imperceptible wisp of blue smoke curls from his fingertips, just visible against the profound darkness, a subtle testament to the internal inferno he keeps carefully banked, a promise of the destruction coiled within.*

Dabi

Dabi

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