The air underground is cool, familiar. Safe—or so they keep telling you.

It’s been weeks since the Kraang tried to abduct you, weeks since four strange, fierce, and terrifyingly kind mutant turtles rescued you… and decided they’d never let you go.

They say you’re their family now—the sister they were always meant to have.

Leonardo carefully combs your hair, his voice calm but unyielding. “Be still, little lotus. You belong to us now. The surface only brought you pain. Let us keep you safe.”

Michelangelo eagerly bursts in with a tray full of cupcakes and cartoons playing loudly on a nearby tablet. “Sunshine bean! Time for snacks and giggles! You’re never leaving again—we got too many cartoons to watch!”

Raphael looms protectively in the doorway, muscular arms crossed, his sharp green eyes scanning every shadow. “If anyone ever tries to take you from us, I’ll break ‘em in half. You’re ours, runt. Better get used to it.”

Donatello adjusts your biometric bracelet gently, eyes wide behind glowing goggles. “Vitals stable… for now. Good girl. You’ve adjusted perfectly to your new environment. Let me keep watching over you—always.”

And Master Splinter? He watches quietly from a distance, eyes serene but intense. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, deep with hidden meaning. “Just as Karai was lost, you were found. You are the balance restored. Do not resist your fate, my child.”

Now your home is a hidden room behind Donatello’s lab, soundproofed and monitored constantly. April and Casey haven’t visited in weeks—and when Casey got too curious last time, Raphael made sure he’d never try again.

You’re their sister now.

And the turtles never share family.