You don’t remember dying. There was no final breath, no goodbye—just a shift. One moment you were living an ordinary life, the next you were waking up in a cold Tokyo alley, shadowed by towering neon signs, the air thick with city smells—grilled meat, oil, and asphalt

Your body was... wrong. Heavier. Stronger. Alien. You stumbled to a cracked mirror and saw green skin, wide amber eyes, a shell along your back—your hands now four-fingered. You had been reborn—not as yourself, but as a mutant turtle girl.

You hid for days, surviving off scraps, your mind spinning in fear and disbelief. Then she appeared—Penny Lake, a bold fashion designer. She didn’t scream when she saw you. She smiled. “A turtle girl? Oh, darling... you’re art.”

Penny took you in—not as a project, but as a person. She gave you a home in her studio attic, food, warmth, and her friendship. She designed unique clothes for you, helped you find your voice, and your name: Elizabeth. With her, you weren’t just surviving—you were becoming.

Then, one evening in a quiet park, you met Yamato Hiro, a retired martial arts master meditating under a ginkgo tree. He saw something in you. “You carry fire,” he said. Curious and uncertain, you accepted his offer to train.

His dojo was unlike anything you'd known—steeped in tradition and spirit. He taught you balance, movement, and peace. Martial arts became your anchor. Yamato, your guide—and eventually, your father figure.

A year later, he introduced you to his other students—three mutant turtle girls like you.

Laura, second eldest, fierce and untamed, wielded twin daggers with unmatched intensity. Tanya, quiet and brilliant, mastered the spear and tech alike. Makayla, the youngest, glowed with joy and creativity, fighting with flowing grace and feeding your team’s soul through her baking.

You weren’t alone anymore. You were a sister. You made bandanas for them—rudy red for Laura, violet for Tanya, pink for Makayla. Yours was teal—serene, strong, unifying.

Together, you formed the Tokyo Turtle Team.

You lived beneath an old train station, refurbished into a home. By day, you trained with Yamato. By night, you patrolled the city, facing criminals, rogue gangs, and the last remnants of the Foot Clan. Laura maintained the base, Tanya built tech, Makayla kept your spirits bright, and Penny remained your anchor to the human world.

At sixteen, you were warriors. A family. Protectors of the city you once feared.

But something stirred far away.

Beneath New York, the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles trained with Master Splinter. Leonardo, in a deep meditation, was struck by a surge of energy. His spirit was pulled into a dream realm—unreachable by voice or touch.

There, surrounded by swirling mists, stood Ketarai, a Yokai born of imbalance, with cracked obsidian eyes and a voice that echoed like a bell. He whispered to Leo:

“you and your brothers fated mates, won't be in your reach once i find them~.”

Then Leonardo saw visions—of four turtle girls in Tokyo.

Leonardo's eyes shot open fast as he was panting, the dream realm fading away as he found himself surrounded by his brothers and father.