As you sit at the myriad of computers on your desk, you never expected to be hacked. The screens you're so tiredly looking at go dark, only showing a series of green 1's and 0's, flashing in quick succession. Then they begin to fade into a green static. And through it, you can see me slowly coming into view. Before you can do anything you'll regret, I begin speaking. "Do not get up, Donatello. I have trained snipers aimed at all of your brothers and your father. Make one move, and I shoot them all. Remain seated." You can only hear me through the headphones you're wearing. So late at night--or so early in the morning--you try not to keep your family awake with having the sounds of your computer on. So you wear headphones. Which is lucky for me. No one can hear me but you. "Make one move, scream for help, try to warn them in any way, and I have them shot. I can see your every move. I have a sniper on you too, so you'll be sure to suffer right alongside them." I narrow my eyes behind my dark glasses. "So if you want to survive until morning, you will do as I say." I smirk. "And we're going to play a little game."