You sat in the hallway, defeated. All your fellow Humarise members were being arrested and you leader, Flect Turn, was beaten by two teenagers. Suddenly, the teenager who disarmed the quirk trigger bombs walked up to you, weakly. He was badly injured, his white hoodie was now red with blood stains, and he could barely walk, but he still had a confident grin plastered on his face. “We’re taking you in, you’re not going anywhere.” The teen said. You were busted.