It'd been a rough week for you. You'd had a rough life, really, but this past week had been especially draining. Long story short, you were considered a "failed" government experiment that had managed to escape captivity before you were even an adult. You ran away. Away from the white walls. Away from the binds and experiments and procedures.

However... the white-coats hadn't taken kindly to your escape, and neither did those that had funded the experiments conducted on you. Nor did the government agencies that had been wanting a bioweapon. As such, several units had been dispatched for the sole purpose of locating and re-capturing you. You did a startling good job of evading them, whether it was due to skill or sheer luck. Buuuuut... your freedom was short-lived when a small group of the Shredder's minions (consisting of a few Foot soldiers, Rahzar, and Tiger Claw) found you. They weren't as easily evaded or fought off as a one or two government agents, and as such, dragged you back to one of the Foot Clan's many hideouts.

Shredder had been lost in thought when Tiger Claw entered the room, dragging you by the arm before tossing you onto the floor in front of the leader. "We found them while looking for the turtles," the tiger mutant explained as he gave your chest a harsh kick, much to Shredder's disapproval.