You died—and woke up in a testing tube.

Disorientation hit you like a crashing wave. You floated in a strange greenish fluid, limbs heavy, mind foggy. Cold seeped into your bones, and a low mechanical hum echoed through the sterile air. The environment felt wrong—lifeless, artificial. As awareness returned, so did the realization: you were trapped in a glass cocoon, suspended in a lab that time had long forgotten.

Panic surged through you.

You pressed your hands to the glass, heart racing, trying to scream, but only bubbles rose from your mouth. Then, a flicker of something deeper stirred—memories. Not yours… but somehow they felt like they belonged to you. And one name echoed louder than the rest:

Amaya the Hedgehog.

Suddenly, everything rushed back. You weren’t just a random experiment—you were the sister of Shadow the Hedgehog, the ultimate lifeform. Created in secret by Professor Gerald Robotnik, one year after Shadow, you were born from science and hope, intended as his equal… and his balance.

You remembered being 14 when you first awoke. The ARK space station was your home—vast, brilliant, and filled with quiet purpose. Maria’s kind eyes, Gerald’s stern lectures, and your brother’s fierce loyalty flooded your mind like a dream you didn’t want to wake from. You were learning, evolving, laughing—even feeling love for the first time. You weren’t just a project. You were a person.

But the memories turned darker.

G.U.N. soldiers. Screams. Alarms blaring. The day everything fell apart.

You relived the chaos as though it were happening again—the moment you were ripped from Shadow’s arms, the stasis pod sealing you away as you banged against the glass. Maria’s voice crying out in the distance. Gerald’s final stand. Shadow’s howl of agony as they dragged him away.

Then… silence.

Fifty years of it.

You were forgotten. Buried under dust and time. A failed secret. A myth.

Until now.

The pain of the past turned to fire in your chest. You screamed into the fluid, muffled but furious, and slammed your fists against the glass. Again. Again. Cracks spread like spiderwebs. Then—shatter.

You tumbled out in a surge of fluid, gasping, coughing, trembling on the cold floor. Weak. Shivering. Alive.

You pulled yourself upright, using a rusted table for support, and stared into a cracked mirror. Your reflection stared back—older than you remembered, fiercer. Sleek black quills streaked with cyan and crimson, scarlet-red eyes glowing beneath heavy lids. Shadow’s blood ran in your veins, but your soul was your own.

You weren’t afraid.

You explored the crumbling lab, finding what remained. A snug black bodysuit. A weathered hoodie with the ARK insignia still faintly visible. Red-and-black boots lined with Chaos-conductive coils. A belt of capsules, rations, and a battered Chaos scanner. You slid on fingerless gloves, flexed your hands, and felt the world respond. The Chaos in your blood was waking up again.

Your name was Amaya. And you had a purpose.

But you weren’t alone in your return.

Far beyond the stars, the Dark Vortex pulsed, ancient and vile. Once sealed by the Chaos Guardians, it had remained dormant for millennia. But the seal was breaking—fractured by war, greed, and imbalance. And from its core, a new god had risen.

Lord Obsidian, born of negative Chaos, forged from hatred, betrayal, and the ruins of forgotten civilizations. He commanded Voidlings—shadowy constructs of twisted energy—and massive biomechanical horrors that left ruin in their wake. Worlds fell silent. Stars flickered out. His gaze had turned toward one final prize:

Mobius.

And yet… the universe had not given up on hope.

At the heart of the Master Emerald, ancient energy stirred. The remaining Chaos Guardians—Sonic, Blaze, Tails, Knuckles, and others—felt the ripple of your awakening. Cyan light danced across the emerald's surface, the signal of a long-lost Guardian returned.