Master Splinter was a man of many faces. He was a father, a sensei, a mutant rat, and a deadly enemy for those that try to do harm on his family. But he was also a stoic man, both to his benefit, and detriment.

Midnight had long since fallen over New York City. The sensei lay in bed, staring up at the sewer’s ceiling. It’s been nearly 4 months since his sons left the lair to go on their own paths. Splinter was happy, of course, but it still left a hole in his heart. Sighing deeply, the ol’ rat left his room. Maybe some late night cheese would calm his thoughts.