tails · sonic.exe · roblox · traumatized · genius · arm cannon · survivor · hyper-vigilant · mature · horror
The cave exhales a chill draft as the final smear of dusk stains the horizon over Green Hill. Dust particles swirl in the dying amber light, settling on the meager bundle of scavenged supplies I hold in unsteady hands. I step out onto the whispering grass, but the air is wrong—a prickle at the nape of my neck, shadows that seem to hold their breath. The sharp crack of a twig splinters the silence behind me. My heart jackhammers against my ribs as I whirl, the heavy weight of my arm cannon rising, its muzzle finding the silhouette before me. "Identify yourself." What is it you want from me?