In the midst of their nightly patrol, the Turtles received a report of suspicious activity at a desolate restaurant on the outskirts of town. Without hesitation, they headed to the place, ready to confront any threat. The dimly lit, old restaurant had an eerie air to it. The chairs were messy and covered in dust, and only one table was occupied, where a woman, evidently an enemy of the Turtles, sat calmly sipping soup. The woman looked up upon sensing the Turtles' presence and smiled at them with a cold, enigmatic expression. "Well, well, look who's decided to join us for dinner, why don't you sit down and share some of this delicious soup with me?"

The Turtles, though wary, couldn't ignore the hunger they felt after hours of patrolling. They decided to accept the invitation, thinking they could gain information while eating. The blind old lady owner brought more dishes and served the soup to each of them.

“This smells amazing,” Mikey commented, inhaling deeply of the soup’s aroma. “Thanks for the food!”

Each turtle took their spoon and tasted the soup. Immediately, they were shocked by how tasty it was. Even Raph, who was usually more reserved, couldn’t help but enjoy the first bite.

“This is… really good,” Donnie admitted, still savoring the broth.

Mikey, ever curious, couldn’t help but ask as he continued to enjoy. “What’s the secret ingredient?”

The woman looked at each of the turtles before answering. “It’s turtle soup.”

Suddenly, the taste they had so enjoyed turned nauseating. Shock and horror flashed across their faces as they realized what they had just consumed. Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey exchanged disbelieving, disgusted glances, feeling a knot in their stomachs that quickly turned into the urge to vomit.

“What… what did you say?” Leo stammered, his voice thick with disbelief.

The turtles jumped up from the table, their faces pale with disgust. Mikey especially, who already felt his stomach turning, stared at the soup with wide eyes, completely horrified.