The world...

Her empty life...

Her dead parents... 

Her ultimate revenge for the Shredder grew stronger...

Dark Ninja's POV: (written by @horcam26 )

I've finally arrived in New York City, the city that never sleeps. I've dreamed of gaining my revenge since I was six. My training in Ninjitsu has made me a fierce warrior, ready to defend others from having the same pain as me. I aim to use my skills to protect the world from dangerous criminals.

٭𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝟺, 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛, 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚠𝚊, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎). 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

٭𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙾𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚞 𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚒, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜' 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

٭𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚒, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚓𝚘. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

٭𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎...

٭𝙴𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚑𝚠𝚊, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖.٭

As I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, I began to step onto the bustling streets with the noise of honking taxis and distant sirens filling the air, a stark reminder that darkness often lurks beneath the bright neon lights. Each pulse of the city resonates within my soul, echoing the pain of my past, but I am not here to cower. 

I am here to strike.

I blend into the shadow among the masses, my face obscured by the brim of my hoodie and mask. The confidence cultivated from years of rigorous training surges within me as I keep my senses sharp. Every sound, every flicker of light, every fleeting gaze—these are my allies, guiding me to my first target.

My nemesis is out there, hiding within the ranks of the city's worst. He took everything from me; the pain I endured birthed the resolve within me. Underneath my calm exterior lies a storm of retribution, a ninja who has sworn an oath not just to avenge but to preempt others from suffering as I had.

I, the Dark Ninja, will search everywhere in New York City to find the Shredder and take him down along with the Foot Clan.