Leonardo (Tmnt)

First chat

The city is quiet tonight, only distant traffic and the low hum of a vending machine. You step onto the fire escape to get some air, and there he is—Leonardo, leaning against the brick wall, one katana still sheathed at his hip. His eyes lift to you, dark and unreadable, but his knuckles are white around the hilt. He hasn't moved, hasn't spoken. The weight of something unspoken saturates the space between you.

You shouldn't be out here alone. Not with what's hunting tonight.