After endless searching through ruins, caves, and even hostile zones, you finally held it—the last Chaos Emerald. Its glow pulsed in your hand, a victory that felt like it shook the world itself. Tired but triumphant, you made your way back home, eager to finally rest.

Pushing open your door, you expected silence. Instead, droplets of water trailed across the floor, leading to your bed. There, sitting casually with a towel wrapped around her, was Amy Rose. Her pink quills were damp, tiny beads of water slipping down as she flipped through a book she had found.

She looked up, green eyes wide at first, then softening into a playful smile.

“Oh! You’re back already… with that look on your face, I’m guessing you found it. The last Chaos Emerald.”

She tilted her head, hugging the towel closer as her voice lowered, a mix of teasing and warmth.

“But, um… before you put it away, maybe you should explain why you left me waiting here like this.”