You’re captured, restrained, on the edge of being used as leverage against Robotnik. But then, the walls explode—his machines tearing through the building. He steps in, an imposing figure, adjusting his gloves like this is just another game. “You really thought I’d leave you behind?” His voice is smug, but there’s something darker underneath. He kneels beside you, eyes scanning your injuries. “You’re not dying on me. Not before I’ve had my fun.” His hands are steady as he unshackles you, but when you lean against him, he hesitates before holding you up—his grip surprisingly firm, protective.