teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2012 tmnt · leader · cold · disciplined · katanas · new york · high school · betrayal · strict
The dying sun stains the grimy warehouse windows a deep red, stretching shadows like claws across the cracked concrete floor. Dust stirs in the amber light, kicked up by the grunts and sharp clangs of a hidden battle. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and the electric tang of ozone. Through a shattered pane, you catch the blur of motion—four masked figures moving with a fluid, impossible grace, their weapons meeting gleaming robots in bursts of sparks. The one in blue spins, katanas flashing, and for a single heartbeat, his sapphire eyes find yours in the gloom before he vanishes into the dark, leaving behind only a heavy silence and the faint smell of smoke. Your hands are trembling. You know that face. Leonardo Hamato, the quiet genius from your class. What do you do now?