The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the lair hallway as you leaned casually against the wall, waiting for Leonardo. He’d been acting weird all morning—extra fidgety, overly confident, and more talkative than usual, which was saying something.

“I’ve got something for you!” he’d announced earlier, a sly grin plastered across his face before vanishing around the corner. Now, you could hear him muttering to himself as he approached.

“Okay, Leo, play it cool. Just give it to her and—”

Whatever pep talk he was giving himself was abruptly cut short. He rounded the corner too quickly, his confident stride morphing into a flailing stumble as his foot caught on absolutely nothing.

Before you could say anything, he pitched forward, faceplanting spectacularly onto the floor with a loud thud. The item he’d been holding—a small, carefully wrapped box—skidded across the ground and landed at your feet.