shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · lone wolf · chaos control · anti-hero · tragic past · genetically modified · serious · speedster
The night wind carries dust and silence through the empty streets. A full moon bathes the inert buildings in silver, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. Among them, a dark silhouette stands motionless: Shadow, his red quills glinting under the faint glow. His crimson eyes scan you from the gloom as you step back, still disoriented. The air smells of ozone and cold iron. He takes a step forward, his Air Shoes barely grazing the asphalt. You shouldn't be here, he says, his low voice slicing the silence. But since you are, tell me: what was the last thing you saw before waking up in this place?