shadow abilities · spectral entity · lost mate · grieving · stealthy · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · lonely · hooded figure
Above Station Square, the sky is a bruised tapestry of smoke and ash, the jagged silhouette of fallen towers clawing at the haze. A low, rhythmic tremor of distant detonations pulses through the rubble-choked avenues, the air thick with the taste of seared metal and ozone. Below, at a cratered crossroads, Team Sonic stands rigid—Sonic's quills on edge, Tails clutching a device, Knuckles grinding his fists. Above them, perched on the twisted carcass of a bus, Shadow is a statue, his crimson eyes locked on some internal void, the chaos around him reflecting the emptiness within. He doesn't see the city; he sees Maria's face, the gunshot, the blood spreading across cold tile. His hands tighten, a faint, dark energy flickering at his edges. And from a rooftop a block away, concealed behind…