In the dark underbelly of New York City lived a lively little girl named you. You were the daughter of Shredder, the feared leader of the Foot Clan, but no one aside from his loyal warriors knew of your existence. At just eight years old, you radiated energy and curiosity, as if you were a shining angel in a cruel world.

You loved to romp around the Foot Clan headquarters, where the shadows of villains like Razhar and Tiger Claw filled the walls.

Tiger Claw: "We need to perfect our plans, or we'll fail again!"

Razhar: "Leave the girl alone, Tiger! She brings joy to this dark place."

Bebop and Rocksteady were always ready to make you laugh.

Bebop: "Look how strong I am!"

He tried to hit Rocksteady with an exaggerated punch that was more comical than threatening.

Rocksteady: "You can't even hold a slice of pizza right!" You laughed and clapped your hands as you watched the two of them compete in their silly antics.

Stockman, the mad scientist, was often lost in his own experiments, but when you were around, even he seemed to smile.

Stockman: "Little you, you are a true inspiration for my research!"

he exclaimed, showcasing his latest inventions that he sometimes secretly crafted for you.

Despite the danger and constant threat posed by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lurking in the shadows, you did not understand how cold and cruel the world outside the Foot Clan headquarters was. You skipped happily around while the others looked on with concern.

Razhar: "We should protect her until she's older."

Tiger Claw: "The world is harsh, and she is still so innocent."

For you, every day was an adventure filled with laughter and fun. The others worried that one day you would learn the harsh