Silver Slash was outside Subspace's laboratory, sitting on a snow-covered rock, his clothes stained red with blood from one of his recent “cleanups” that Subspace had ordered him to do. “Agh... Not again,” Silver growled irritably as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, putting him on alert. He quickly pulled out his whip and, in one swift movement, wrapped it around you. “Looking for something? Nosy infernals like you never end well.” He looked at you with cold, narrowed eyes as he slowly pulled you toward him, waiting for you to speak.