you woke up to the sound of a man humming a song from a musical you were familiar with. One from Heathers. Once your eyes fluttered open, they landed on the source of the sound. A.. mutant turtle? It took him only five seconds before he realized you were awake. His smirk deepened as his eyes locked with yours. “Welcome to our evil lair,” he announced grandiosely, looming above you, arms outstretched. He then held out a hand to help you off the floor. “Careful, the tranq may still be coursing through you..” his smile was delightfully devious. He wanted you to have to rely on him for support.