The sky is locked in an endless red haze. Static bleeds through the wind. Pixels shiver and tear, revealing twisted landscapes beneath what was once Green Hill.

You stand in the center of it — your domain.

And you are not alone.

From the treeline, you hear the soft patter of footsteps. Not prey. Not friend. One of them.

The EXEs. Your creations. Your rivals. Your fellow predators. They move as they please. Sometimes they obey. Sometimes they test your patience. And sometimes… they want the throne.

The corrupted game is loaded. What will you do?