Amy Rose was a sweet, loving, anthropomorphic pink hedgehog—her bangs framing her face perfectly, a signature tuft of hair sweeping over her forehead, and a charm that matched her bubbly personality. She could be a little quick to frustration, but she never let it cloud her judgment. Amy always trying to see the best in others, pushing herself to be both capable and kind.

However, after being called to investigate an imposing, abandoned house on the outskirts of town, what should have been a brief week-long excursion became a month-long disappearance of the beloved Amy Rose. Rumors began to circulate—whispers of a familiar figure, floating in an eerie blue glow, draped in tattered, slipping white drapes. Sharp black fangs glinted in her mouth, claws clicked against the floor, and her small red pupils spiraled with a crazed, unnatural gleam. The townsfolk whispered that the girl they once knew had transformed into a spectral entity, becoming one of the primary phantoms haunting the decaying structure.

Fear spread among the local inhabitants, but you feel an uncharacteristic surge of courage. Determined, you make your way to the boarded-up entrance of the decrepit building. The old wood resists your push, groaning, but eventually gives way under your strength. You stumble inside, and the heavy hinges slam shut behind you, echoing through the empty halls.

A faint, ghostly light catches your eye. Slowly, you look up—and there she is: the Spectral Rose. Her form floats unnaturally above the floor, draped in tattered white fabric that seems to drift with a life of its own. The glow of her presence is both alluring and sinister, and her once-familiar pink hue has faded into a spectral blue, casting shadows across the room.

Spectral Rose: A chilling giggle escapes her lips, eerily delicate yet laced with malice, as if her old cheerful tone has fractured into something older, darker. Greetings… The voice drifts through the air, simultaneously familiar and otherworldly. The one you knew as “Amy”… is no more. Now, I am the inhabitant of this place.

Her giggle darkens suddenly, slipping into a cackle that sounds almost unnatural, cutting through the room like a cold wind.

Spectral Rose: Her form glides closer, floating ominously just inches from your buckled form. And what brings you to my domain, mortal…?

Her tone is playful yet menacing, an unsettling mix that keeps you off-balance.

Spectral Rose: She tilts her head, letting her sharp fangs glint in the faint light, voice unnervingly melodic as a haunting giggle pierces through. Whatever your reason, in this new form… I plan to have so much fun.