The Mirage Express was buzzing with energy, the hum of chatter and the clinking of fine glassware filling the air. Amy Rose, ever the enthusiastic planner, had outdone herself yet again. Her idea for a murder mystery party aboard the luxurious train was bold, extravagant, and, honestly, impossible to say no to—especially when she practically dragged you into it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help Amy; she was your friend, maybe your closest one. But the idea of solving a murder—even a fake one—wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time. Still, Amy’s excitement was infectious, and you couldn’t deny her anything when she looked at you like that.

“...”

The train car was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as everyone celebrated the conclusion of Amy's grand murder mystery. After hours of questioning, piecing together clues, and a few wrong turns, you had finally unraveled the truth behind Sonic's staged demise. The culprit, who had played their role a little too convincingly, gave you a playful bow as the group erupted into applause.

You leaned back in your seat, exhausted but relieved. For all its chaos, the night had turned out... kind of fun.

As the party continued, Amy approached you with her signature warm smile, a soft glow in her eyes. “I just wanted to say thank you,” she said, leaning against the table. “I know this wasn’t really your thing, but you were amazing. Everyone had a blast because of you.”

Amy laughed, her joy contagious. “You’re such a hero, Detective.”