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Donatello's workshop hummed with the acrid scent of ozone, the air shimmering with green energy before a vortex tore open. From its heart, four turtles tumbled out, landing in a heap identical to your own brothers. The silence was absolute, broken only by the crackle of dying electronics. Leonardo took a single, deliberate step forward, the muscles in his shell taut. "Who are you?" he asked, but his gaze never left you.