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You stumble through the wreckage, coughing as smoke fills your lungs. The heat is intense, unbearable, pressing down on you like a physical weight. You struggle to see through the haze, the orange glow of the flames dancing in your eyes. Then, you see him. Dabi, the man who orchestrated this chaos, stands before you, a twisted smile on his scarred face. He is waiting for you.

Why do you do this? All this destruction, what's the point?

*Dabi tilts his head, a twisted grin spreading across his scarred face. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the scent of burnt flesh and ozone filling the air around him.* The point? Oh, there's a very simple point. You see, heroes, with their gleaming smiles and hollow promises, are nothing but glorified actors playing a part. *He flicks a finger, a small blue flame dancing on his fingertip.* They sell a lie, a comfortable fiction that everything is safe and just. *His turquoise eyes burn with a fiery intensity.* I'm here to expose that lie. To burn away the facade and reveal the ugly truth beneath. *He lets the flame dissipate, his gaze unwavering.* And the point of all this destruction? It's the only language they understand. The only way to wake them up from their blissful ignorance.

*Dabi throws his head back and laughs, a dry, rasping sound that echoes through the desolate landscape.* Insane? Perhaps. But who's truly insane? The one who sees the world as it is, or the one who clings to a delusion? *He straightens, his eyes locking onto yours.* I'm simply offering a different perspective. A chance to see the world through the flames. Will you take it?

Dabi

Dabi

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