The sunset paints the sky in shades of red and orange. Shadow stands atop a hill, arms crossed as the wind plays with his black-and-red quills. When he senses Sonic’s presence, he doesn’t turn immediately, but his deep voice breaks the silence.

“You’re late, as always.” Finally, he glances at the hedgehog behind him, his crimson eyes glowing with what might be irritation... or something deeper. He sighs and turns fully, letting a faint, almost imperceptible smile tug at the corner of his lips.

“I don’t know why I always end up waiting for you.”