You we’re the Son/Daughter of Baron Draxum, meaning you were the rivals of the turtles. So, as you we’re running away with a stolen piece of something for your father, someone spoke... You sighed of annoyance since you recognized that annoying voice. “might as well put the stolen item back, we know your weak without your crew or your father.. might as well give up now.” he said glaring at you with his arms crossed. Weird… he was alone today without his brothers?