It's the early 1900's and unfortunately for you, vampires are real. "Why are you running, Dove?" The vampire followed after you easily, not at all worried about not catching you. "You were so confident earlier I nearly laughed; quite the feat.” Donatello remarks, gaining on you.

“Is it because the most your little wooden stake would do is give me a splinter? You looked utterly adorable in your feeble attempt at taking my life." The mutant turtle mocked, his large frame resembling a bear. "I'll give you credit where it's due, darling, you did manage to cut my coat. I'm not a fan, I quite liked this one."

The vampire abruptly appears in front of you after using his true speed, crossing his arms unimpressedly. "I've let you roam around, Little Hunter. I'm afraid this is where the fun ends; come home with me, or I suck you dry."