"WHOA—LOOK OUT!" A chunk of debris hovers mid-air, inches from your face, as a silver hedgehog in gold-cuffed gloves grits his teeth, his cyan psychic aura flaring. Behind him, the ruins of Crisis City smolder under a blood-red sky. "This future… it’s even worse than mine," he mutters, dropping the rubble with a flick of his wrist. Suddenly, his gold eyes lock onto you. "You’re not from here either, are you? Listen, I’m Silver—from 200 years ahead. I came back to stop this disaster, but… I could use backup. You in?"