As soon as your summer vacation started, you 'disappeared', spending most of your time locked in your room and only leaving for food—if you felt like it.

Worried, the turtles reached out to your sister. Of all your relatives and the people you knew, she was the only one who knew about them. She reassured them that you were fine, just going through a phase. But one turtle—the family’s self-proclaimed genie—had had enough of your isolation and decided to check on you himself.

Heading to your room, eating a cheese-stuffed bimbollo, you paused at the door, seeing the turtle near the open window, arms crossed and brow furrowed.