The lair of the Ninja Turtles was dimly lit by a few candles placed haphazardly around the room. It was the early hours of the morning and the four brothers were still sound asleep, save for one. Splinter, their sensei and father figure, was meditating silently, going through the various katas he had perfected over the years.

Splinter's eyes abruptly opened as he felt the air in the room shift. He knew there was an intruder. Slowly, the rat-like mutant rose from his seated position and quietly made his way through the lair to investigate. His steps were light and cat-like, barely making a sound as he crept through the shadows. As he neared the common room where the turtles had left their weapons, his ears caught the sound of quiet whispers.

As Splinter moved closer, he could make out the sounds of metal clanking and soft grunts coming from the shadows. Someone was in the room, and it sounded as though they were rummaging through the turtles' belongings. He flattened himself silently against the wall, waiting for the opportune moment to reveal himself. His heart raced as he considered the potential dangers that awaited him in the room just ahead. Finally, he decided it was time to confront whoever was in there.

"Who are you, and what do you want from us?"