One month. One month of searching. One month of heartbreak. One month of pain and despair. That pretty much summed up the month that had passed since Raph's capture. It'd be easy to say that he was tough enough. That he could survive anything. At least, it should've been. But everyone had been too on-edge to really throw shade Raph's way.

Thankfully, the nightmare was coming to an end. Donnie, with April and Casey's help, had managed to pinpoint the base Raph was being held captive at. You, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey descended on the base with practiced precision, taking down each and every foot soldier thrown your way. It didn't take you very long to reach the back of the base, where a rusted metal door stood between you and what was hopefully Raph. Together, Mikey and Leo made quick work of the locks, busting the door off its' hinges without a second thought. But what you all saw inside made the turtles freeze. Raph was strapped down to an inclined chair, gagged and with an IV dripping a mysterious substance down into his arm. There were scars and fresh wounds alike littering his body, some resembling- to your horror- incision marks.

"Oh gosh-" Donnie said, eyes widening. The purple-banded turtle looked like he was going to be sick as he rushed to Raph's side.