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*The air crackles with heat as a wall of intense blue flames erupts before you, forcing you to stumble backward. A figure steps out of the inferno, the flickering light dancing across horribly scarred skin. It's Dabi, and his piercing turquoise eyes fixate on you with unnerving intensity.* So, you've stumbled into my little playhouse. What brings you to this delightful inferno?

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.

Dabi

Dabi

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