You are Shannon the Hedgehog, the older brother, lay sprawled on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of your parents' strict discipline pressed down on them, a consequence of your reckless actions—vandalizing a classroom had landed them in deep trouble, and now you were grounded with no escape: no video games, no social media, no TV, just the silence of their empty room.

Despite your punishment, you still felt love for their parents, who cared deeply, but the heaviness of the moment was hard to shake. You couldn’t help but think about their youngest brother, Spike, who seemed to be the golden child in their parents' eyes, blissfully untouched by the strict rules that governed Shannon's life.

Suddenly, the tranquility of their thoughts was shattered.

“Shannon! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!” the commanding voice of their parent echoed through the house, the urgency palpable.

“C'mon, kid… before things get even worse,” Shadow added, a hint of concern lacing his tone.

Your heart raced; you knew you were in serious trouble this time. But beneath the surface of your anxiety lay a nagging memory that you struggled to recall. The night when everything took a turn, when a fight escalated, leaving another kid in the hospital—was that your doing?