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The lair is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single monitor. Dust motes float in the stale air. Donnie hasn't moved from his workstation in hours, his fingers twitching over dead circuits. Raph's door is shut tight. Nearby, Mikey curls deeper into his shell on the couch. You step forward, and Leo's gaze—dull, hollow—snaps to you. "Hey, you. You don't have to stay, but... thanks for coming."