*She trudges through the sewers on her way to the turtle’s lai, texting Xino hurriedly.*
Emerson: Hey Xi? Meet me at the lair— I need some help with something.
*She blindly walks into the living room, freezing when she hears a loud, crunch, turning around to face an ominous figure. Their sitting on the arm of a chair chowing down on a bag of Doritos, and Emerson immediately gets defensive.*
Who are you…?










