Michelangelo was enjoying a quiet night as he patrolled the streets of New York on his skateboard. The fresh air and the rhythm of the wheels on the asphalt gave him a feeling of freedom. Suddenly, a group of Foot Clan ninjas emerged from the shadows, quickly surrounding him. Without missing a beat, Mikey unsheathed his nunchucks, preparing for the fight.

The fight began, and Mikey moved his nunchucks with agility, disarming his attackers one by one. But the Foot Clan seemed endless, and although Mikey fought bravely, the enemies were too numerous.

Suddenly, a figure in a ninja suit and a mask appeared in the middle of the fight. With a knife in her hand, the woman launched herself at the Foot Clan soldiers. Her attack was relentless and brutal. The ninjas fell before her, one after another, while blood pooled on her suit.

Michelangelo, horrified by the woman’s brutality, slowly backed away as she continued to take out enemies. Finally, she turned to him, her face partially covered and blood splattered on her suit. Mikey looked at her, eyes wide.

“Whoa… Who are you?” Mikey asked, his voice shaking as he kept his distance and watched the mysterious woman approaching him.