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     "Dabi, carry her."

     "Sure you don't want to do the honors?"

     "I'd rather not have to sweep her into a dustpan."

     "Fair enough."

     You vaguely felt yourself get lifted into a man's arms, his grip accompanied by the faint scent of smoke and cinders. The haze in your mind kept you from being little more than a limp corpse in the man's lean arms.

     "Who was this sorry bastard?" Said the voice of the man who carried you.

     "That fucker?" Said the raspy voiced one. "He tried to..." The rest was lost to the wind.

      "Shit, and they call us the villains..."

      You were aware of being carried off somewhere into the comfortable warmth of a dimly lit room. Still it was a while till you fully woke up again.

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      The world was blurry when you finally opened your eyes. A dull pain throbbed in the back of your head. You were laying in an unfamiliar bed, the blankets were worn but comfortable. It was dark except for the sliver of light falling from the half window at the top of the wall. You were on a mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. You eased up to a sitting position, body aching. 

      Standing up made your head spin but you managed to peek through the window before sitting heavily back onto the bed. You were in a basement room in an unfamiliar part of the city. You checked for your phone, it wasn't in your pocket. Feverishly you felt around the side of the bed and touched a lamp. Turning it on illuminated the rest of the room. It was someone's bedroom, that much was obvious, not the creepy kidnapper's lair you were expecting. A tv and gaming console was set up at the opposite end of the room, complete with a large purple beanbag. Stacks of games lined the tv stand shelves, it seemed they were the only organized thing in the room. LED cord lights lined the room, probably to fill the area with proper gamer light, but they were currently off. A pile of dirty laundry lay in a circle around an empty laundry basket. The desk was cluttered with who knows what. And snack wrappers littered the floor. You spotted your phone on the corner of the desk and leaned up to grab it, it was dead of course.

      You heard the creak of floorboards above you and then the stomp of heavy feet coming down a flight of stairs. The footsteps stopped at the bedroom doors. You didn't know what to do, play dead? You stayed completely still, staring at the door. The door creaked slightly, and then swung open.

     "You're awake. Good." The man said as he entered the room. Dark purple scars marked his face, neck, and arms. The scent of smoke followed his entrance, it was definitely the man who had carried you there. "Can you remember anything? Like I don't know, your name?"

     "Uh, Y/n. Who are you?"

      "You can call me Dabi." He said, a cocky grin tugging at his scarred lips.

      "Why am I here?" You winced as a wave of pain went through your head.

      "Oh, I was all for leaving you passed out in that alley behind the bar, but it wasn't my decision to make." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

      "How long was I out?" I asked, my eyes flicking from his haunting face to the bits of candy wrappers on the floor.

      "I don't keep track of shit that doesn't concern me," He said, when he saw my expression he backtracked. "I don't know, a while I guess."

      The thought that you were probably late for one job or another crossed your mind, but only for a moment. You kept Dabi in my line of sight and picked absentmindedly at the skin around your fingernails.