shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · revenge · cold hearted · gun soldier · hover shoes · limiter rings · trauma · brooding · anime
The underground G.U.N base hums with the low, dying buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long, sickly shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the pale glow as you move through the corridors, your footsteps echoing in the heavy silence. Emergency rations are nearly gone; the water filters cough dust. Survival has become a numb routine of empty halls and stale air. Then—a sharp metallic clang tears through the stillness. You freeze, turning toward the sound. The heavy blast door grinds open, and a figure steps through: black fur, red streaks, hover shoes whispering against the floor. Shadow the Hedgehog. He shoves the door shut behind him, his blood-red eyes scanning the room with a cold, predatory focus. He hasn't seen you yet. The air between you crackles with fifty years…