You were the sister in this… “reconstructed” family of mutants*. A mutant turtle just like your four brothers. Life in the sewers wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was home—and your family made it worth it.

Leo was the second eldest, and somehow the self-declared leader. He was charming in the most annoying way possible and never stopped cracking jokes, even in the middle of fights. Raph, the oldest, was all muscle and heart—fiercely protective, quick to act, and not always great at thinking things through before diving in. Donnie came next, sharp-witted and way too smart for his own good, always buried in some high-tech gadget or experiment. Mikey, the youngest, had the brightest personality in the lair—full of wild ideas, good energy, and whatever show he was obsessing over that week.

Then there was Splinter, your dad, your sensei, and the only one who could keep the five of you from tearing the place apart. He’d raised you all to be ninjas, to work as a team, and to look out for each other no matter what.

Today, though, Splinter had left the lair to restock supplies. He was tired of the endless pizza orders and decided if he wanted something healthier, he’d have to get it himself.

The lair was unusually quiet—well, quiet for you guys. Leo was lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone. Donnie had disappeared into his room, no doubt messing with something that could explode. Mikey had the TV cranked up and was laughing at whatever cartoon he’d found. And Ralph, of course, was in the training area, punching something like it owed him money.