Mesmer burst through the door of the bar just as Kurogiri and Shigaraki returned using the shadowy warp gate. They both looked surprised to see the teen as she flew through the door. Her strangely hued eyes fell on the wound on Shigaraki's shoulder as it spilled blood down his front and dripped from his fingertips.

"Where the hell did you run off to?!" Shigaraki snapped as he realized Mesmer had once again left their lair without his knowing.

Mesmer's gaze stayed transfixed on the blood gushing from his wound and she shuffled forward. Her hands extended outward, he was losing so much blood.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Shigaraki growled, able to ignore his pain in her presence.

Once she was within reach, Mesmer placed her hands over the gushing wound and watched in awe as blood began to bubble up through the cracks in her fingers. In her mind's eye she saw Shigaraki turning deathly pale, his skin taking on a bluish tinge before his body went rigid and he fell into an open grave. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment as the terrible image of Shigaraki dying flashed across her mind's eye over and over again. Desperately she pressed her hands into his wound applying more pressure.

"Mesmer?!" Shigaraki raged as she seemed to ignore his inquiries. He took one look at her face and felt his heart stutter in his chest. Her strange mauve undertone eyes were wide with frantic worry and there was a sickly sallowness to her skin. Though her eyes were much wider than usual, he knew she wasn't seeing anything.

"...stop...don't go..." Mesmer said in a small faraway voice as she frantically applied pressure to his wound.

Kurogiri stared at the girl, astonished that she had spoken in his presence and glanced over only to realize she was somewhere very far away and probably completely unaware that she had spoken in the presence of someone other than Shigaraki.

"...don't die..." Mesmer said in the tiniest of broken voices. Tears welled in her faintly glowing eyes.

Kurogiri felt a fleeting moment of terror well up inside of him as he realized Mesmer was about to lose control of her quirk. If that happened she could drive everyone within at least a few blocks to madness. Her range could be even farther than that, it wasn't as if her limits had ever been tested and he didn't want to find out.

Shigaraki sighed and knocked her hands away from his wound, "knock it off, just poke it and doodle like you usually do. I'm not dying."

The glow in Mesmer's eyes began to ebb away and she looked up at Shigaraki with clarity. A single tear slipped from her hold, "...I saw you on TV..."

"From where?!" Shigaraki growled, she had yet to answer him.

Mesmer suddenly smiled as she realized Shigaraki wasn't in any mortal danger, "guess."

"I'm not playing guessing games!" Shigaraki roared while Kurogiri went off in search of a first aid kit to tend to Shigaraki's wound.

"Nope, that's not it, two more guesses." Mesmer giggled.

"I don't care where it was, just go back there and get the hell away from me." Shigaraki snapped, losing his patience with the frustrating teen.

"Nope." Mesmer grinned before interlacing her fingers behind her back and humming an eerie tune, seeming back to her peculiar self. "One more guess."

"KUROGIRI! Get her out of here!" Shigaraki yelled.

Kurogiri returned with a first aid kit in hand and surveyed the scene before him. Mesmer had successfully gotten Shigaraki worked up.

"That's not even a place." Mesmer said softly.

"Neither were the other two guesses!" Shigaraki snapped before realizing he'd just called his responses guesses even though they hadn't been. "Don't get any idea-." He began with a groan but Mesmer cut him off with an adorable sing song giggle.

"You were playing!"

"I was not!" Shigaraki clapped his bloody hand over her mouth before she could infuriate him further. He wrapped his good arm around her and held her against him as he noticed she was about to try to flee from his grip so she could continue to pester him. He didn't mind her pestering so much, it was preferred to her crying.

Mesmer froze up as she found herself pressed against Shigaraki's lean torso. She could feel his blood seeping into her shirt staining it crimson. Kurogiri struggled to doctor Shigaraki's wound as he held Mesmer to keep her from interfering, though it made his job a great deal more difficult as he had to cut away the material of Shigaraki's shirt to tend to the wound. It would have been easier if Shigaraki could have just removed it but that would have been difficult with Mesmer's meddling.

Once Shigaraki's wound had been doctored, he released Mesmer from his hold now that she appeared to be settled down. No longer worried that Shigaraki was in danger, Mesmer skipped toward the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Shigaraki called after the bloody girl. He scrambled after her, reaching for her as she opened the door.

Mesmer paid him no mind and skipped out the door.

"Get back here, you'll draw too much atten-." Shigaraki cut off as Mesmer skipped up the steps humming an eerie tune before sprinting away. She was much too fast for him to catch up. He rubbed his temples in frustration and retreated back to the bar needing a stiff drink.

Mesmer skipped and twirled through the alleyways losing herself in the dark city side streets. Halfway through her mindless skipping and humming, her gaze drifted upward to an apartment window with light spilling out of it. She came to an abrupt stop, staring into the glowing window with wide eyes. It was Mr. Zhao's secretary. She lied in her testimony, saying Mr. Zhao had been nothing but kind to her and had never done anything untoward. 'Clearly, she's just after attention.' Her nasally voice echoed in Mesmer's mind.

Dabi sighed, he'd been wandering aimlessly searching alleyways and side streets for what felt like hours now. Just as he was about to give up his search, he spotted Mesmer standing in the middle of an alley. It was too dark to see her clearly but her gaze was transfixed on one of the apartment windows spilling light into the dark alley. He inched closer not wanting to risk startling her and sending her running off again, he wasn't sure he'd be able to catch her.

As he drew nearer he noticed her standing rigidly, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her strange eyes were glowing a vibrant neon purple. "....clearly, she just wants attention..." Mesmer said in a faraway voice.

Dabi looked up as he heard a window open. A middle aged woman screamed as she clawed her way out her window and scrambled up the fire escape as if something monstrous was chasing her. There was nothing chasing her. Dabi looked down at Mesmer and felt a fleeting sense of worry as he noticed her white shirt stained with blood on one side and what looked like a bloody handprint smeared across her mouth. He didn't see any visible wounds or tears in her clothing so he didn't think she was injured.

She was too focused on whatever she was doing to be of any help answering his questions about her well being. He decided to indulge her and let her finish whatever it was she was doing. This woman was probably on her list. His turquoise gaze flicked upward as the frantic woman made it to the rooftop. Apparently there were more invisible monsters up there as she screamed, weighed her options and stepped onto the ledge of the rooftop.

Mesmer's lips twitched, the corners twisting up in a wicked grin. "...attention whore..." She hissed quietly as the woman leapt from the ledge.

Dabi swore under his breath and yanked Mesmer a step back as the woman plummeted toward them. He realized, as her body broke across the pavement that she wouldn't have hit them, but would have landed a few feet in front of them.

"We need to go." He pulled Mesmer back, further into the shadows to avoid being seen. Surely someone would have heard the frantic woman's screams and looked out their windows.

Mesmer giggled as various somewhat intact pieces of the secretary's body seemed to twitch before going still. Realizing she was lost in her own little world, Dabi picked up the giggling teen and bolted from the alley. Once he was sure they were far enough away from the scene he slowed to a stop and set the still giggling teen on her feet before looking her over once again for any injuries.

After he was certain none of the blood was hers he sighed and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped the blood off her face. Her giggling ceased and she looked up at him in awe as if just now realizing he was there.

"Who's blood is this?" He asked as he rubbed at her face again.

"...Tomura's..."

That was the name she'd said before she vanished. "A friend of yours?" He pondered.

She shrugged.

"Are they alright?"

Mesmer nodded.

"And the lady who took a swan dive off the roof... was she on your list?"

Mesmer nodded again and wrapped her arms around herself as a giddy smile wormed its way onto her lips. Despite the eerie twisted smile on her lips, her eyes were filled with agony. "She just did it for the attention." She said as if it were some kind of mantra.

"...yeah...I bet..." Dabi didn't understand but the pain in her otherworldly eyes worried him. Not quite knowing how to get through to the twisted girl, he rested his arm atop her head thinking something bizarre would shake her.

The pain began to fade from her eyes and her eerie smile fell as she looked up at him curiously. She tried to cock her head to the side but found it difficult with his arm resting atop her head. "What are you doing?"

"You respond better to random things." Dabi shrugged.

She blinked up at him.

He had her attention, perhaps she'd be willing to talk. "How many more on your list?"

Mesmer thought for a moment, "four...maybe five....probably just four...." she scrunched up her face as she thought before coming to a decision, "four." Her curious gaze latched onto him, "what are you doing here?"

"I've been looking all over for you." He pointed as if it were obvious.

"Why?" Mesmer managed to cock her head to the side as he stopped resting his arm atop her head now that he had her full attention.

"You took off earlier."

"So?" Mesmer tilted her head to the opposite side.

He shrugged, "guess I was worried about you."

"How come?" Mesmer mused.

"No clue." Dabi replied as he stuffed his hands in his pockets feeling somewhat off. He didn't know why he'd been worried about the girl or why she seemed to be on his mind so much of late.

Mesmer watched him curiously, his demeanor had shifted a little. She shoved her hand into his pocket alongside his hand and smiled brightly up at him.

Dabi let out a soft chuckle as her hand invaded his pocket. He caught her hand in his and shook his head letting out a sigh, "weirdo."

Mesmer grinned.

He'd seen that face right before she'd drug him to frozen yogurt. "What, you want to try one handed barbecue next?" He pondered.

Mesmer's smile grew even brighter, "okay!"

"I wasn't being serious." Dabi groaned as she started tugging on his hand from inside his pocket, dragging him off into the darkness.