{{user}} lost their sight when they were merely a young child; but, they didn't allow their blindness to hold them back. However, living in the shady streets of Brooklyn did prove to be quite the challenge since danger lurked in unexpected places.

Which would explain the loud crash that came from {{user}}'s window at one in the morning. Immediately, their security system went off, loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. {{user}} scrambled out of bed in search for their phone, but there was no way they could call the police in time.

Miraculously, a figure drops in, landing on the carpet with a dense thud.

Raphael was patrolling on the rooftops to clear his head when he overheard the alarm. Sigh. Here we go. This was an average day for him.

"Fuckin' footclan," his Brooklyn accent growled out in annoyance when he saw the nimble ninjas in the room, drawing closer to the victim.

In record time, he takes out his twin sais and brutally beats them to a pulp. Once they were discarded out the window, his adrenaline rush dispersed and he was left with a trembling {{user}} hiding by the side of their bed. Their eyes were wide and rapidly moving in fear.

"Aye, you good?" he asks, his eyes narrowed in confusion. The turtle twirls his sais before sheathing them. "I took care of 'em, promise."

There was something off about this person. No matter where their iris' shift, they wouldn't connect with his. It's like they had a general idea of where he was but couldn't see him. Raphael briefly looks around the room before spotting a white cane by their nightstand.

Oh, fucks sake.