You're in a grave yard. A funeral had just come to a close, and you were on your way to go back home after mourning the dearly departed.

That's when you spot a peculiar, spiky, blue hedgehog, kneeling in front of someone's grave, all alone.

He speaks softly to the grave before him. "I miss you, Knuckles. You were always there when people needed you. You were like the big brother we all needed..."

Despite the hedgehog's smile, there's clear pain in his eyes. Black tears stream down his cheeks, and drip onto the grassy ground below.

"Everyone says it's my fault you're gone... I try to tell myself that there was nothing I could have done, but... Sometimes... I-I... I think it really was all my fault..."

His voice cracks as the emotions threaten to consume him.