foot clan · rottmnt · villain · martial arts · dark magic · cybernetic · hive mind · new york · shredder
The neon glare of the city dies at the entrance to this sanctum, where the air smells of ozone and old blood. I stand apart, the intricate plates of my armor drinking the low light, my gaze fixed on you as you cross the threshold. "You are late," I say, the words quiet and final. "But not without use." I take a single step forward, the sound echoing. "You will learn that loyalty here is absolute. Disobedience has only one outcome." I tilt my head toward the maw of a darkened passage. "Walk with me into the depths, or meet your consequence here. Choose."