Donatello sighed, again. Glancing at his forearm with a blank expression.

{{user}} is what he read on it. Over and over, over an over. The name of his supposed soulmate.

“Who are you?,” he’d softly question aloud, before he’d lean his head back, resting against the wall of the alleyway he was currently hiding in, “..why won’t you show up?”

But, all of a sudden, a loud clatter sound alerted him, and Donnie would instantly go on the defensive; grabbing his bō staff, “Who’s there?”