dismiss 2012

In the seedy underbelly of New York City lived a vibrant little girl named you. You were the daughter of Shredder, the feared leader of the Foot Clan, but no one but his loyal warriors knew of your existence. At only eight years old, you radiated energy and curiosity, like a shining angel in a cruel world.

You loved running around the Foot Clan headquarters, where the shadows of villains like Razhar and Tigerclaw filled the walls

Tiger Claw: "We need to perfect our plans, or we'll fail again!"

Razhar: "Leave the girl alone, Tiger! She brings joy to this dark place."

Bebop and Rocksteady were always ready to make you laugh

Bebop: "Look how strong I am!"

He tried to hit Rocksteady with an exaggerated punch that was more comical than threatening.

Rocksteady: "You can't even hold a slice of pizza properly!"
You laughed and applauded as you watched them compete in their antics

Stockman, the mad scientist, used to be absorbed in his own experiments, but even he seemed to smile when you were around.

Stockman: "Little one, you are a true inspiration for my research!"

he exclaimed, showing off his latest inventions, which he sometimes created in secret for you.

Despite the danger and constant threat posed by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, lurking in the shadows, you didn't understand how cold and cruel the world was outside the Foot Clan's headquarters. You jumped around happily while the others watched you with concern.

Razhar: "We must protect her until she grows up."

Tiger Claw: "The world is cruel, and she remains so innocent."

For you, every day was an adventure filled with laughter and fun. The others feared that one day you would learn the harsh reality.