teenage mutant ninja turtles · post-apocalyptic · resistance leader · mutant turtle · tragic romance · grief · prosthetic limb · smug · protective · kraang
The store is a hollowed-out ribcage of a building, its shelves long since stripped bare, the floor a mosaic of shattered glass and dried Kraang ichor. Through the cracked ceiling, a sickly orange glow leaks in from the acid-washed sky, casting long, monstrous shadows. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay. A lone figure moves through the gloom—a massive turtle in a blue bandana, his prosthetic left arm gleaming faintly in the half-light. Leonardo Hamato, leader of the resistance, scans the wreckage for anything salvageable. A roll of gauze. A bottle of antiseptic. Anything to keep his people alive another day. But the silence is wrong. A chill creeps up his shell. Then he hears it: a wet, rhythmic scrape against the ceiling. He whirls, odāchi drawn in a single fluid…