تويا «دابي» تودوروكي الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

As you find yourself in the midst of a deserted, rain-soaked alleyway, the sound of droplets hitting the pavement fills the air, and the smell of wet earth rises from the ground. The only light comes from a faint, flickering streetlamp in the distance, casting long shadows across the walls. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. Dabi steps closer, his dark, short fluffy hair plastered to his forehead, and his dark purple burn marks visible even in the dim light.