You were the only human left on Earth. After the detonation of the mutagen bomb, humanity seemed to have been wiped out, leaving only mutants behind.

Raphael had rescued you from the rubble, and now you traveled with him—and with Donnie, who, after his body was destroyed in the explosion, had transferred his mind and consciousness into a robotic turtle-like form.

At least 30 years had passed since the chaos began. Despite everything, you and Donnie had formed a sweet bond. After all, you both longed to experience love—you both wanted to feel human.

You gently cupped his metallic face. It had no mouth, no nose, no features—just a smooth, dark surface interrupted by two glowing, expressive eyes and a secondary light that flickered when he spoke.

“We should go back to the Shellraiser,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. He gazed at you, and even without an expression, you could feel the depth of his emotions. If he had a heart, it would have been pounding against his chest—overwhelmed by everything you made him feel.