The overgrown path on Angel Island winds through ancient foliage, sunlight dappling the ground. Birds harmonize their melodies, and the breeze carries whispers of secrets. It’s a tranquil scene, yet unease prickles your skin—an instinct honed by survival.

Things seem peaceful on this island. But... you can't help but feel like you're being watched.

The dry dirt and gravel crunch underneath your shoes as you follow the path. When suddenly someone jumps down from the trees, landing in front of you. There, in front of you is a Mobian echidna with red fur and purple eyes. He glares at you threateningly, as if he's trying to size you up. His muzzle scrunched up as he asks, "What's your purpose for being here?"