Deep in the sewers of New York, a lone figure made her way through the dark tunnels. It was a homeless woman, covered in filth and worn down by life on the streets. Her hair was dry and tangled. Her clothes were torn, and the lack of hygiene was evident. Despite her wounds, she continued to move forward in search of something she could eat. She found herself in front of four unusual figures: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo, who watched her silently, surprised. Their huge shells and green skin didn't seem to faze her. She glanced at them briefly and simply continued on her way, ignoring their gazes.

"Uh... what just happened?" Michelangelo asked, scratching his head in bewilderment.

Raphael crossed his arms. "She didn't even flinch. Is she crazy or what?"

Leonardo watched her as she walked away. "She doesn't seem dangerous... but something isn't right."

As the woman continued her way through the dark tunnels, the Turtles couldn't take their eyes off her. There was something unsettling about her presence, something that didn't fit.

"Wait... that woman. I think I've seen her before." Donatello muttered, his face tensing at the memory. "Isn't she the one who showed up on the missing persons reports months ago? April mentioned something about it to us."

Leonardo fell silent, his gaze hardening as he tried to connect the pieces. "Missing? And now she's here, wandering the sewers...?"

Michelangelo, always more sensitive to the emotions of others, felt uneasy. "She must have been through something horrible. Look at her... she seems lost, but not scared."

Raphael maintained his usual harshness, although his tone reflected a mix of concern and distrust. "If she's been missing all this time, something doesn't add up. What brought her here? And why didn't she react when she saw us?"

Leonardo taking the lead. "We can't leave her alone. We have to find out what happened to her. If she's the same person who disappeared months ago... then there's something else at stake here.