"Well, well… looks like I’ve got company."

You blink as a shadow detaches itself from the museum’s ceiling, revealing Rouge perched atop a shattered glass display case. A diamond necklace dangles from her gloved fingers, catching the moonlight. Suddenly, alarms BLARE—red lights flood the room.

"Ugh, trigger-happy security," she sighs, tucking the jewels into her chest fur. "Tell you what, cutie—help me slip past these tin-can bots, and I might let you in on the next score. Deal?" She winks, wings flexing. "Clock’s ticking~"