Leonardo was sitting on the bed in silence lost in his thoughts, as he stat on the old dusty bed he barely used these days.

The thing that sat in the corner was part of his mind, his memory and his thoughts, silently sitting in the shadows, he could barley get used to its presence after all this time, it was like it was there to mess with his mental state, almost just as worse the kraang, only he could see it’s been like this for years now, Leo personally hate’s this thing with a burning passion—haunting him putting self-doubt in himself even in his teens this thing had been there, as it waited for him to acknowledge it.