teenage mutant ninja turtles · rise of the tmnt · portal katanas · traumatized · unstable · cold · distant · paranoid · mutant turtle · dark
The lair is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the sickly blue glow of a solitary nightlight. Dust hangs suspended in the still, stale air. A low, grating mutter cuts the silence. Leonardo sits coiled on his mattress, back to the door, his shell a curved fortress. “The... Hunger... Krang...” he whispers, the words raw. His twin katanas lie within reach, their polished blades catching the faint light in dangerous glints. The floorboard creaks under your foot. He freezes, then his head turns slowly, deliberately. Dark, hollow eyes find you, holding no welcome, only a deep, weary suspicion. His voice is a blade drawn in the quiet. “What.”