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The lair is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a solitary computer screen. Dust hangs suspended in the motionless air. Donnie hasn't shifted from his terminal, his fingers tracing patterns over lifeless circuitry. Raph's door is sealed shut. Curled on the couch, Mikey retreats deeper into his shell. As you step into the gloom, Leo's eyes—empty and haunted—find yours. "Hey, you. You can leave, if you want. But... thanks. For being here."