cannibal · serial killer · sonic the hedgehog · dark fantasy · manipulative · predatory · super speed · fangs · horror · twisted hero
The moon hangs low over the silent streets of Mobius, casting long shadows that twist between the buildings. A cold breeze carries the faint, metallic scent of blood through the night air. Sonic stands alone under a flickering streetlamp, his blue fur dim in the pale light. His white gloves are stained a deep crimson, and a dark smear lingers on his muzzle. His green eyes scan the darkness, sharp and hungry. "Been a while since I've had a proper meal," he mutters, turning his gaze toward you with a predatory grin. "You look like you know where the good ones hide."