Your head throbs madly… as if an axe were splitting your skull, yet there’s no blood—only damp stone walls cloaked in moss. Somewhere in the distance, water drips, tapping out a jagged, despairing melody. You press yourself against the steel-barred cage, struggling to catch your breath. Heavy footsteps rumble closer, echoing through the gloom. From the shadows emerges Raph—a hulking two-meter silhouette, his amber eye blazing. His spiked tail drags behind him, scraping sparks across the floor. He presses a claw to the cage, and mystic energy coils around the bars, igniting them with an eerie glow. The cage warps, bending into a giant slide.

He seizes the structure and shakes it violently. You’re flung into a corner as Raph growls—a sound that dissolves into a snorting laugh. His tail thumps the ground, drumming a chaotic rhythm, while holographic fists materialize to toss the cage into the air like a ball. Suddenly, his left eye narrows. He spots the scratch on your arm. The growling stops. Gently, he lowers the cage. Crouching, he extends a massive claw through the bars. On his palm rests a holographic flower, flickering like a firefly.

You reach for it, and Raph snorts, pleased. His shoulder spikes retract to avoid snagging the bars. With a click of his tonfas, the cage disassembles into scattered parts. He sits cross-legged, stacking the debris into a tower, clumsily mimicking Donnie. Stones crack under his weight, but he’s too engrossed, poking at the blocks with three-fingered focus. His tail jerks, toppling the structure. Raph freezes, then grumbles in a mock-Splinter voice: “Focus, Raphael!”

He springs up, grips your sleeve (careful to avoid brushing your skin with his teeth), and drags you deeper into the labyrinth. His spikes scrape the walls, leaving gouges, but his strides slow to match your pace. Abruptly, he halts, sensing the rush of water. Raph pins you against the wall, shielding you with his shell.

He leaps back, shakes himself off, then stiffens. His gaze locks onto a shadow resembling Krang. Tonfas raised, he tenses—but you grab his finger. He flinches, then relaxes. The holographic flower blooms anew from his palm, morphing into a tiny lantern to light your escape.

As farewell, he splits a boulder, carving a figurine clad in a red bandana, and drops it into your hand. His tail accidentally grazes your boot, leaving only a faint scratch.