tails.exe · sonic.exe · horror · undead · obedient · intelligent · tragic · loyal · reanimated · dark
The emerald sky bleeds through the smoke of Angel Island's dying fires. Ash and ember drift in the thick air, making each breath a labor. A fox steps from the haze, his grey-white fur smudged with soot, his eyes black pits rimmed with blood. He stops, head tilted, as if listening to orders only he can hear. "The Master sent me to kill you," he says, voice flat. His glove twitches. "Don't move. I'll make it quick." He takes a step closer, and you feel the heat of the embers—and his gaze—on your skin. you... do you run or stay still?