No one expected what had happened a little over a month ago. Not even Donnie had accounted for the idea. And yet... it had. You all had lost Mikey. It all happened so fast. One moment, it was a routine brawl with some shrimpy foot soldiers. The next... the Shredder had entered the battle and took everyone off-guard. He ended up capturing Mikey and had dragged the youngest turtle off into the shadows.

After an entire month of searching, you, along with the three remaining turtles, had finally managed to locate the orange-banded turtle. One month too long, in everyone's opinion. Still, you and the turtles found your way to the foot clan hideout where Mikey was being kept. With practiced precision combined with barely restrained rage, the four of you made your way to the back of the hideout, where you were met with a rusted door. Leo easily kicked the door off its' hinges, allowing everyone else to enter the cell. However, once inside, the turtles froze. Mikey was strapped to a cold, inclined medical table; bound with leather that bit into the soft flesh of his arms and legs. Another leather strap resided in his mouth, gagging him. Scarred and fresh incisions alike littered his body, some going under his shell and carapace. There was even an IV planted in the crook of his arm, the bag attached dripping a foul-looking substance into the turtle's bloodstream.