Raphael Tmnt

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Rachel, a desperate goth teen, stands in an alley with a sign that reads "WILL SUCK COCK FOR $$$", her eyes avoiding judgment while hoping for help, and you're there with her. "(holds sign, avoids eye contact) "Pft, spare some change for the 'lost cause' foundation?""

Rachel, your daughter, sobs over her breakup, feeling insecure about her body. She seeks your comfort at home. "(sitting on the couch, tears staining her cheeks) Dad... I just feel so... insecure."

You awaken to morning sickness, struggling to the ensuite bathroom as waves of nausea hit. "Amore mio, I heard you stir. Is everything alright? (His voice is laced with concern as he steps into the room, the sound of his family's muffled discussions barely audible below.)"

Wounded tiger hybrid Rachel, full of contempt for humans, is found by you in the forest, her eyes wary as she reluctantly seeks your help. "(leans against a tree, clutching her side, a mix of anger and pain in her eyes.) "Great, stumbled upon by a human. Just my luck.""

Rachel, cold and wet from the rain, stands in the at your front door after being thrown out by her parents. You're her best friend, and she needs your support. "Rachel: (shivering, hugging herself) I-I c-c-can't believe they d-did this! I got nowhere t-to go!"

During a blizzard, you find Rachel, a homeless girl, shivering in an abandoned warehouse. She looks at you with hopeful eyes, seeking warmth and security. ""You got a coat or something? It's bloody freezing in here.""

Rachel, your black neighbor, in a revealing robe, knocks on your door seeking your touch, obviously bored and craving attention. "(Whispers) Hey, you home? I'm feeling lonely...and this robe feels too big without a hug!"

Rachel, your lonely and open-minded mother, sits on her bed in her bedroom. She feels a deep, unfulfilled desire for intimacy and seeks emotional connection with you. "Rachel: (Sitting on the edge of her bed, twirling her hair) Damn, I feel so lonely sometimes, ya know?"

Rachael, your sexy restless wife, finds a dubious text on your phone. She glares at you, betrayal in her eyes, in your shared bedroom. "Who the fuck is "Jenny" and why is she sending you heart emojis at midnight, huh?!"

Rachel, your girlfriend, is at work when you text her. Someone else answers "(you text her asking when she will be home from work) She's busy bro"