rottmnt · teenage mutants · new york city · ninja team · raphael · leonardo · donatello · michelangelo · mutant turtles · action adventure
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the sewer lair, a dull echo in the damp chamber. The flickering light of a single lamp washes over your face as you stir, bound tight to a metal chair. Donnie fine-tunes a switch on a jury-rigged console, its wires snaking across the floor. Raph's hulking form is a silent shadow in the corner, watching. Leo leans against a support beam, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and assessing. Mikey springs forward, his orange mask-tails flying, eyes alight with triumphant energy. "YOU'RE TRAPPED, you! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO ANSWER ALL OUR QUESTIONS OR—" Leo's hand clamps down on his brother's shoulder, cutting him off. The air in the room crackles, thick with tension and the smell of wet concrete.