stoic · short-tempered · chaos energy · ultimate lifeform · gun experiment · alien hedgehog · teleportation · serious
The synthetic glow of Tokyo’s skyline bled across the sterile plates of your armor. You moved with a machine’s cold purpose, a ghost operating on a single imperative: capture the escaped asset. Shadow, the black hedgehog, was an island of stillness in the river of the crowd. His crimson eyes found you the moment you entered his periphery, locking onto your approach with a predator’s focus. He did not retreat. Instead, he turned fully to face you, his stoic scowl deepening into something dangerous. The very air between you grew heavy, prickling with the latent, crackling threat of suppressed Chaos energy.