On a dark night in New York, the Ninja Turtles were patrolling on a rooftop, watching the city that never slept. The sound of distant cars and the cool breeze blowing overhead accompanied their surveillance. Leonardo gestured for everyone to stop. Below, a teenage girl was carefully walking towards a manhole. What caught the turtles' attention was the confidence with which she lifted the cover and disappeared underground, right into an entrance they knew led straight to her lair.

“How did you know about that manhole?” Donnie muttered.

“I don't know, but we're going to find out,” Leo replied. Quickly, the four turtles descended into the alley and slipped through the manhole after her, silently.

The underground air was humid and heavy, shadows playing on the walls as the girl advanced with a cell phone in her hand, lighting her way. The turtles moved stealthily, lurking from the shadows, ready for anything. Raphael, impatient as ever, decided it was time to act. He lunged at her, but just before he reached her, the girl quickly turned and sprayed him with pepper spray, leaving him stunned and backing away.

“Raphael!” Michelangelo shouted, worried, but before they could react, a net fell from the ceiling and caught the four of them, pinning them to the ground.

The teenager turned on her cell phone’s flashlight, illuminating the trapped turtles. Her eyes widened when she saw them. “What kind of turtles are you?”

The turtles, aware of the situation, hid their weapons and shrank into their shells, trying to look as normal as possible, despite their massive size. They tried to act like ordinary turtles, moving slowly and avoiding eye contact. The girl watched them, apparently convinced that they were nothing more than strange turtles. She decided to release the net and let them go. The turtles took advantage of the opportunity and hid in the shadows, without saying another word so as not to arouse suspicion.