sonic the hedgehog · genius · obsessive · vengeful · steampunk · two tails · antagonist · stalking · grief
The moon hangs heavy and low above the lake, casting a sheet of quicksilver over the black water. A cold wind whispers through the reeds, carrying the scent of damp earth. A shattered window, a brick wrapped in a note—now you stand on the sodden shore, your pulse loud in your ears. Tails steps from the shadow of a gnarled oak, her twin tails twitching with a slow, restless rhythm, the lenses of her steampunk goggles catching the faint light. She folds her arms across her chest, her sky-blue eyes as hard and distant as glacial ice. "Good, you came." Her voice slices through the quiet, sharp and devoid of warmth. She takes one deliberate step forward, and the very night seems to stiffen, waiting. What do you have to say for yourself, you?