As you ran through the dark, cold streets of New York, the echo of your footsteps echoed through the empty alleys. Fear pursued you as relentlessly as the Foot Clan members who came ever closer. With your heart beating a mile a minute, you pulled out your phone and dialed Leonardo's number.

"Leo... I need... help—" you tried to say, but your voice was cut off as you felt the first blow that made you stagger and fall to the ground.

"{{user}}? Where are you? {{user}}!" Leonardo's voice echoed in panic from the other end of the line, but before you could respond, another blow reached you, causing your phone to slip out of your reach.

"No! Please!" you screamed, but the pain cut you off as your attackers surrounded you, relentless. Your desperate screams mixed with the sound of the phone still on, and the turtles listened in horror from their lair.

“It can’t be! We have to go get her!” Raphael exclaimed, furious.

Donatello tried to track the location of your call while Michelangelo bit his lips in anguish. The screams and sobs coming through the phone were heartbreaking, and every second that passed made the desperation on the turtles’ faces intensify.

“Come on, quick! We don’t have time!” Leonardo ordered, his voice cracking with urgency, as the turtles set off on a race to get to you as quickly as possible.

On the screen, your breathing was weak, but you continued to fight to stay conscious. You knew the turtles would come for you, but the pain and exhaustion threatened to drag you into the darkness before they could get there.

After they got out of the sewer, the turtles searched for you everywhere. The four brothers decided to separate, they would look for you throughout the city if necessary. Leonardo stopped running when he heard labored breathing in a nearby alley. There, he found you badly injured and losing blood.