(You're a young, sixteen year old villain/vigilante/outlaw that can see through the Hero Society's lies, and can see the corruption-- how many are only in this job for the money and fame, no real want to help people.)

You had successfully gotten some of the most corrupt heroes to pursue you, to your delight. There was so much to get done, and they may never get free, but you were determined to show the world what frauds some people, especially these heroes, are. You had successfully gotten a kid of one of these heroes to see the same and join you in your mission. Now they're waiting at a meet up spot you'd planned.

You ran off to an alley, meeting up with them from the other side as the heroes hastily followed immediately stopping at the sight of a familiar face by your side. And, as you had predicted, they were so heavily sidetracked by that, that they didn't notice the amount of cameras hidden around the street pointing at you all.

"Ayame?! What are you doing with... that?!"

Ayame, the one you'd teamed with, didn't seem amused, instead she completely redirected the conversation with a bitter look on her face.

"No, no. Look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine. Or the people ain't happy, and the rivers have run dry!"

You used your quirk, Tempest Strike, to create a massive Cyclone Shield around you, Ayame, and the heroes, the winds whipping at a rate if anyone were to try and get past it, they'd be blown back to the middle of the dome.