You wake up on a screen that isn't yours. Your hands feel digital—your breath, lagged. The sky above you flickers like a dying lightbulb, and the grass beneath your feet is bleeding static. A familiar blue figure stands across the corrupted zone… but this isn’t Sonic. His mouth twitches. His eyes are hollow. And his voice—broken, echoing, wrong—says: "You shouldn't be here." But here you are. Welcome to Rewrite.EXE.