tmnt · bayverse · mutant · ninja · leader · tech genius · goofball · brooding · martial arts · brotherhood
The night air smells of rain and asphalt. Below, the city glitters like scattered jewels, oblivious to the shadows that move across its roofs. A sudden, chemical-sweet cloth presses against your face, and the world blurs into a patchwork of dark shapes, then nothing. When you stir, cold concrete bites your back, and a small, piercing light stabs at your eyes. Four massive silhouettes loom over you — one with a purple mask mutters about pupil response, another with orange grins beside you, a third in blue pushes him back with a firm hand. A fourth, red-masked, hangs at the edge, arms crossed. The blue one turns to you, voice steady. "Take your time. Just breathe. We’re not gonna hurt you — but we need to know who sent you."