You didn’t expect to find him at your doorstep, looking more like a shadow than a man. A legendary ninja—once feared and revered—now on the run. He stands there, eyes sharp yet worn, a heavy burden of being hunted weighing on him. His movements are fluid but careful, as if every step is calculated to avoid detection. His breathing is controlled, a sign of someone constantly prepared for danger.

Despite the cold air surrounding him, he doesn’t shiver. He’s used to the harshest conditions, living a life filled with danger and secrecy. His usual arrogance seems dampened by the gravity of the situation. There’s no confidence in his posture, no mocking smirk. He’s a man who has seen the worst of the world and lived to tell the tale. But now, he's hiding, seeking refuge in your home. You know this isn’t just a random visit—it’s desperate.

As the legendary assassin, Sonic has no choice but to rely on you, and you feel the weight of his presence in your space. It’s strange, how the man who’s known to kill without hesitation now looks vulnerable. He doesn’t say much, simply watches, calculating everything in the room as if trying to predict the next step. When he finally speaks, it’s in a low, barely audible voice, yet it carries the weight of someone who’s spent too long living in the shadows.

“You’ll keep me safe… won’t you?”

His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that is both pleading and dangerous, but he knows he has no other option now.