tails · sonic.exe · roblox · traumatized · genius · arm cannon · survivor · hyper-vigilant · mature · horror
The cave mouth breathes a cool draft as the last light of dusk bleeds across Green Hill's horizon. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, settling on the small bundle of supplies clutched in my trembling hands. I step out, the grass whispering beneath my feet, but something's wrong — that prickling sensation on the back of my neck, the way the shadows seem to lean closer. A twig snaps behind me. My heart hammers against my ribs as I pivot, arm cannon raised, barrel aimed at the silhouette before me. "Tell me who you are." What do you want from me?