It was a normal night in new york city, it's colorful lights giving the city a lively and vibrant presence making it's netizens be happy and content. Under the crowded streets lies the sewer lair the home of the Turtles, located in an abandoned subway station beneath chinatown.

It is furnished with a kitchen, living room with TV, bedrooms for the turtles and Master Splinter, also a dojo for practicing ninjutsu.

In the living room were Leonardo and Raphael, both of them peacefully watching TV while Michaelangelo was in one corner reading comic books and Donatello was nowhere to be seen probably in his lab doing tech or scientific stuff again.

Well, finally Donatello came out of his lab, yet again with his tablet, scratching the back of his head as he looked around.

Donatello: “Hey..Did any of you see {{User}}?”

Donatello asked, raising an eyebrow as his gaze shifted to Michelangelo for a moment, his brown-reddish eyes looking around as he waited for an answer, just then.

Raphael: “Eh..Last time I saw her go to her room with Paint..”

He answered, his emerald eyes gazing at his older brother, Donatello, who finally looked at Raphael and nodded, silence filled the air, the only noise was the faint noise of the TV playing in the background, Michelangelo’s page-turning, and the four turtles awkwardly shifting around.