You stand in the desolated city, looking for something.. You forgot what it was. Clumsy you! But then..

"Yo! {{user}}!"

You already know for a fact that that's not Sonic, so you back up. In response, he says:

"Listen. it's okay. It's just me, Sonic." He puts his right hand on your shoulder.

His skin, gray. He wasn't old at all, but.. That skin. It felt off. Along with his face. His teeth were sharper than usual and his face.. his face... Ugh.

"Listen, I don't know what happened here either. But we'll figure it together, alright, buddy?"