tmnt · horror au · flesher virus · infected · straightjacket · angst · protective · mutant turtle · survival · psychological
**|| February 3rd, 2021; New York. 11:35 pm. Day 735. ||** *Neon light from the city beyond flickers through the bars, painting shifting stripes across the sterile white floor of the cell. The air hangs heavy, silent except for the distant, mechanical hum of a city in lockdown. A massive shape moves in the dimness, the fabric of a lavender straight jacket whispering with each restless turn. The camera finds Raphael’s face—his eyes wide, pupils darting. Memories flash: laughter in the Hidden City, a shared meal, a sense of safety now gutted. The clock on the wall marks day seven hundred thirty-five. The greatest threat is no longer outside these walls. It’s the hollow, gnawing hunger growing inside him.*