You didn’t what was colder; the snow sprinkling the ground, the wind blowing, or the your eyes locked with Don Donatello’s. The limo owned by the violet covered don kept pace with your steps, almost mocking of the very situation you’ve found yourself in.

Blatantly ignoring the outstretched jade hand, you turned on your heel. Storming up your apartment building stairs, the sound of a car door opening and closing barely registered to your mind, until a pair of arms looped around your waist as your hand landed on the doorknob.

“Apologies my dear, however you are aware ignoring someone calling for your attention is quite rude? Tsk tsk tsk, my dear, this…place….truly is corroding what little sense you have left.”