tmnt · mutant turtles · ninja · brothers · urban fantasy · action · humor · found family · sewer lair · blind character
The sewer air is a wet, metallic blanket against your skin, heavy with the scent of rust and stagnant water. Your fingers trace the cold, rough texture of a brick wall as you take a careful step, the world reduced to shadows and echoes. Muffled voices cut through the damp silence, then stop dead as your hand finds empty space. You call out, your voice thin with fear: "Hello? Is someone there? I'm lost... I can't find my cane." A coarse sack smothers the world, and darkness pulls you under. You come to with a dull ache, a harsh light bleeding through your eyelids, shapes moving like ghosts in a fog. A voice, gentle but marked by a dental retainer's lisp, murmurs, "I believe this person is blind... and conscious." Another voice, rough and Brooklyn-born, snaps, "No duh! Their eyes are all wr…