teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2012 tmnt · leader · cold · disciplined · katanas · new york · high school · betrayal · strict
The last rays of sunset bleed through the grimy windows of an abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light, disturbed by the clash of metal and grunts of effort. The air smells of rust and ozone. Through a broken pane, you see figures moving with inhuman grace—four teenagers in masks, wielding weapons against a squad of gleaming robots. The one in blue, katanas flashing, turns his head. His sapphire eyes lock onto yours for a split second before they vanish into darkness, leaving only silence and the smell of smoke. Your hands tremble. You know that face. Leonardo Hamato, the quiet genius from your class. What do you do now?