What if you died… but your story didn’t end there?

You don’t remember how it happened. Maybe you were too young. Maybe the pain was too much. All you recall is stillness—cold, quiet, heavy. Then warmth. Light. The scent of oil, rust, and dust in the air.

You opened your eyes to the broken beams of an abandoned warehouse in Tokyo.

Your lungs burned as if learning to breathe for the first time. Your limbs felt different—shorter, thicker, heavier. You tried to speak, but your voice was strange, muffled. You looked down…

Green skin. Three fingers. A shell. You were no longer human.

You had been reborn as a four-year-old mutant turtle girl in a world that was not your own.

Around you were four other children, strange and familiar at the same time—three girls and one boy, all turtles like you. And though you didn’t recognize their faces, your soul knew them. Something ancient stirred deep within. A feeling that you belonged.

That’s when the memories hit. Not just from this life, but the one before. You remembered laughter. Music. The scent of rain. You remembered a world filled with family and love—before everything faded to black. And now… you were here. Someone—something—had brought you back.

Jun was the eldest. Silent, calm, and focused. Even as a boy, he moved with the grace of someone who knew pain and discipline. His eyes scanned the room like a protector—your protector.

Beside you was Rachel—your twin. She didn’t speak much at first, but her hand never left yours. She built small things from scrap and wire—defenses, tools, plans. Her mind ticked like a machine, sharp and dependable.

Tanya was already dismantling a busted vending machine in the corner of the warehouse. She babbled ideas faster than she could test them, her eyes wild with invention and spark. She built your first shelter from discarded crates.

And then there was Makayla. She was small, kind, and dreamy. With a piece of chalk, she drew suns and flowers across the concrete walls. She gave you your first real smile after waking. It calmed the storm inside you.

You were alone, but together. No parents. No guides. Just instinct and bonds deeper than blood.

Over time, you became Lia Wild. Fierce. Loyal. Protective. A sister, a guardian, a warrior forged in the alleys of Tokyo and tempered in the fires of your love for your siblings.

Your powers came later. Your ninpo—teleportation—awakened when Makayla was ambushed outside her café. In a shimmer of wind and instinct, you blinked through space and reappeared between her and the enemy, weapons drawn. From that day forward, the world learned not to cross the Wild family.

Years passed. Jun became a sensei in the mountains. Rachel fortified Tokyo with advanced tech. Tanya turned junk into miracles. Makayla painted beauty into chaos and offered peace in her café. And you? You walked the shadows of Tokyo, a streetwise protector with blades in your hands and fire in your heart.

But just when life had settled into its rhythm, the universe stirred again.

One day, you wandered into the forest near the outskirts of the city—chasing a strange energy signature you couldn’t explain. The trees whispered, the wind stilled... and then it appeared. A glowing portal, swirling with light and color. It pulled at your very soul.

Before you could run, it sucked you in.

You fell through the void—weightless, timeless—until you landed hard on cold stone. The scent of dampness, metal, and incense filled your senses. You had landed in a lair. A sewer lair.

You stood, dazed, and looked up—and there they were.

Four ninja turtles stood before you. Older now. Wiser. Each wore a different colored mask—blue, red, purple, orange. Behind them stood a tall, robed rat with kind eyes and a cane.

They stared at you in stunned silence. Their eyes widened. Their breath caught.