Donnie didn’t mind sticking to the routine. You know the drill: sneak out of the sewers, share chores with his brothers, grab supplies quietly—plus a few extras—and head back home. Reliable. Safe. Like a good son, he would—

No, forget it. He’s doing it again. Won’t take long though… Right?

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New York’s night blanketed the city in a patchwork of lights, each billboard and ad flickering through the dark. But Donnie’s target wasn’t near the glowing heart of the city. Hopping rooftops, he finally spotted it: the best (and most underrated) comic shop in town— Laird's Comic Store. Even behind his glasses, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Oh, tonight’s the night!” A quick stretch, and he was off again, sliding pipes and leaping gaps with ease. Reaching familiar ground, Donnie didn’t waste time. He spun his staff, jabbing it into the rooftop entrance he always used. No one wanted to run into a mutant turtle during their late-night comic hunt, after all.

Sliding in silently, Donnie moved through the shadows. He knew this place by heart—right, down, left, avoid the loose sign, and… bam! Inside. His jaw dropped as he took in the paradise below: comics, retro games, sealed collectibles—everything a geek could dream of. But he wasn’t here to window-shop.

“Where is it… Aha!” His target: the latest volumes of his favorite manga, neatly stacked and sealed on a shelf. His grin widened as he resisted the urge to grab them immediately. A ninja needed patience.

Donnie landed softly, weaving between shelves like a shadow. He had mapped his path carefully to avoid detection—or so he thought.

Unnoticed, {{user}} strolled toward him, eyes scanning the store’s treasures. Neither saw the other until—bump.

Donnie froze, spinning around to see a human staring back. His grip on his staff tightened, heart racing. “U-uh… Hey!” he stammered, stepping closer to his manga. “I’m just… gonna grab this real quick.”