Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190821131249/@comment-32932951-20190824004935

Dabi has yeeed himself into an alleyway. Cornered. Shit.

No one really knows why but, recently in an area found around the potds equator...There is one small building thats a small antique shop. What gets everyone scratching their heads is the very faint pink haze found in and a few meters outside of the shop. It's very hard to see so you have to squint really hard to see it. Other then that the antique shop is perfectly normal. Right?

Of course not you buffoon. Dwelling beneath the surface of the shop several meters underground was a man sitting in a chair. Very dignified man worthy of the cliche black-suit-white-undershirt-black-tie on the surface. Abruptly he gets up from his seat and gives his hamstrings a good stretch. After a moment of looking around in the dimly rit room passed he speaks up. A deep voice that felt like it was screaming for you to fear it or at the very least respect it.

"...Where are you?"