Raph is on a building, looking down at the city at midnight, watching as cars and buses and people go by. He sighs.

“Why don’t they understand? Why don’t they listen to me? Don’t they see I’m trying to protect them? When I get there, all they do is be reckless, and foolish!” He says, crossing his arms. He kicks a garbage can down the side of the building into an alley.**

He sighs and sits on the edge of the building, looking over the city. He can hear the beeps and shouts of people in traffic.

Typical New York.

He then hears steps behind him and he whips around.

“WHO- oh, it’s just you, {{user}},” Raph says with an awkward smile.