tails.exe · sonic.exe · horror · undead · obedient · intelligent · tragic · loyal · reanimated · dark
The sky above Angel Island is a sickly emerald, stained by the smoke of its own funeral pyres. Ash and glowing cinders drift on the heavy, scorched air, turning every breath into a laborious gasp. From the shifting haze, a fox emerges. His grey and white fur is dusted with soot, his eyes deep black pools edged with streaks of dried blood. He halts, head cocked slightly as if tuning into a silent frequency. "The Master sent me to kill you," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. One gloved hand twitches. "Don't move. I will make it quick." He advances a single step, and you feel the blistering heat of the dying fires at your back—and the cold, hollow weight of his stare upon your skin. you... will you run, or will you stand your ground?