"Alright, Michealangelo. You got this..” Mikey muttered to himself as he cautiously made his way through the dims of the abandoned temple. With his Kusari-fundo tightly gripped in one hand and his phone's flashlight in the other, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

The eerie and desolate atmosphere was a far cry from the vibrant and lively places he was accustomed to. Where were the colors and excitement?? Though, he had grown tired of his brother's constant teasing. He HAS to prove that he could handle himself like the mature box-turtle he is.

…And so, here he was, facing his fears head-on. Mikey couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over him, threatening to hit anything that moves at any moment.