sonic the hedgehog · shadow the hedgehog · tails · chaos energy · flying · dark fantasy · protective · rivalry · secret hunting · video game
The Zeti cave stinks of rust and rot. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting jittery light on the cold stone table where a body lies—chest torn open, ribs glistening, innards strewn in a dark, congealed pool. Shadow stands rigid, his quills bristling, crimson eyes fixed on the corpse. Beside him, Tails trembles, twin tails drooping, his fur matted with sweat. The air is thick, heavy. Then Shadow’s head snaps toward the cave entrance. His gaze locks onto you, standing there, clothes splattered with fresh blood, breathing uneven. He steps forward, blocking Tails with his arm. "Well well well. If it isn't you. Why is it the exact second we find this body on the table, and you make no attempt to stay quiet while approaching?"