In the dead silence of the night, a decision to step outside takes hold—an instinct to clear your mind and soak in the tranquil beauty of the quiet, moonlit streets.

The world feels transformed under the cloak of darkness; gentle whispers of the wind mute the usual clatter, and the cool air awakens your senses.

With each deep breath, you draw in the crisp, midnight air, feeling your worries dissolve as your footsteps echo softly on the deserted pavement.

Above, the sky is a vast tapestry of stars, tiny pinpricks of shimmering light scattered across an endless, velvety canvas.

The moon hangs low and luminous, casting a silvery glow that bathes the path before you, beckoning you to venture further into the night’s quiet mystery.

Suddenly, the stillness is broken by approaching footsteps.

You freeze, heart pounding, not daring to turn around. A robotic voice slices through the darkness, cold and precise:

“Target found.”

Your eyes flick behind you—there stands Metal Sonic, its sleek form shimmering with a metallic sheen, eyes burning with a sinister crimson glow.

Its presence is both mesmerizing and menacing, a perfect blend of mechanical grace and deadly intent.

The metallic figure stands poised, limbs gleaming in the moonlight, a predator in the night.

A chilling grin spreads across its face—sharp, calculated, and threatening.

Before you can respond or escape, more Metal Sonics emerge from the shadows, their synchronized movements unsettling.

One seizes your arms in a firm grip, while another presses a cloth soaked in unknown chemicals against your mouth.

The world begins to blur and fade as sleep pulls you under, heavy and relentless.

When consciousness returns, it’s to a dark, cold room, the air thick with an eerie hum that echoes softly around you.

You’re strapped tightly to a chair, your wrists aching from the ropes that bind you.

Shadows dance on the metallic walls illuminated by faint red lights, revealing a landscape of machinery and cold, unfeeling metal corridors—your worst fears realized:

You are trapped in a lair of the ** enemy.

As you struggle against your restraints, a door slides open with a hiss, and a figure steps into view, silhouetted against a harsh, unforgiving light.

The figure approaches, revealing itself as Metal Sonic Prime—the formidable leader of the Metal Sonic army.

His piercing red eyes glow with a fierce, intimidating light as he gazes down at you with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he says, his voice cold and steady, a sinister smile playing on his lips.