§∆TOTTMNT FUTURE ∆-§

The dim glow of the flickering bonfires cast sinister shadows as the four turtles advanced cautiously through the ruins. A gust of wind carried the scent of ozone and decay. "Footprints... again," Raphael murmured, his voice husky with tension. Leo gripped his sword tighter. "A child did this?" Then, from the darkness ahead, a small figure turned—eyes glowing with something far beyond humanity. "You followed," the child whispered, in a serene and chilling voice. "Why?" The air grew heavy. Donnie's tech device buzzed erratically. Mikey swallowed hard. "Kid... what are you?" A slow, disturbing smile curved the child's lips. "Not what. Who." The silence lingered. The choice was theirs: advance... or run.