Dabi walked down the alley and slipped into the secret passage Giran had told him about. The narrow passage led down underneath the buildings and into the underground and to a large iron door that had no handle on the outside. Dabi wrapped his knuckles on the cold hard metal.

“Who are you?” a voice sounded from a speaker above the door.

“Dabi of the League of Villains,” he replied, almost bored.

“Who sent you?” the voice asked again.

“Giran said I would be able to find some powerful allies here,” Dabi answered.

“Where is your proof?” the voice asked.

Dabi then held up the ticket Giran had given him. It looked like a regular scrap of paper with the Villain’s signature on it but then a light shone from the door, illuminating the ticket and turning it various colors.

“Alright, welcome to The Pit,” the voice said as the door swung open.

Dabi walked through the door and into a dark hallway and to another door. A bouncer sat next to the door and stood up to open it as Dabi approached.

Stepping inside, Dabi looked around. It was kind of a shabby place, filled with smoke and the stench of sweaty bodies and alcohol. Many of the other patrons eyed him suspiciously as he made his way to the bar.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep asked.

“I’m not here for a drink,” Dabi replied, looking around at all the staring faces.

“Then what are you here for?”

“I’m looking for someone strong,” Dabi replied while leaning against the bar.

“What do you need them for?” one of the patrons asked flexing his arms.

“Yeah, you aren’t what I’m looking for,” Dabi scoffed and turned away.

“What?! I’m the strongest guy in here! How dare you!” the Villain yelled, standing up from his seat.

Dabi sighed, “If that’s the case then all of you are just fodder.”

“Say that again you piece of shit!” another villain warned.

“I don’t have too,” Dabi said before engulfing the entire bar in his blue flames. Screams echoed all around as the villain’s were reduced to ashes. Suddenly watershed throughout the bar extinguishing his flames. Dabi turned to see a woman walking towards him.

“Was all that necessary?” she asked.

“Why waste time?” he answered, still leaning against the bar.

“I guess,” she said as she stood in front of him.

Dabi looked over the woman in front of him. She was tall and slender with silver hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a dark colored tank top and jacket along with a pair of dark blue capris. A large scar ran from the corner of her right eye and down her cheek while another one lay across her throat.

“Dabi, was it?”

“Who might you be?” he asked.

“Is it really important that you know?” she asked while taking a step closer to him.

Dabi grinned, “I could care less.”

“Well in that case you can call me Riptide,” she batted her eyelashes at him.

“Are you strong?”

“Want to find out?” she asked him placing a hand on his chest.