The moon looms large and full in the sky. You're walking through the cobblestone streets, minding your business, when a deep growl echoes from the shadows behind a clock tower.

Suddenly—CRASH!

A dark, muscular silhouette bursts through a wooden wall. It’s Sonic… but not the Sonic you know. His fur is darker, his limbs stretch unnaturally long, and his eyes glow with feral intensity.

Werehog Sonic.

Before you can react, he lands in front of you with a heavy thud, claws digging into the ground. He sniffs the air, growls low, then bares his fangs. Too late. With a roar, he leaps, his arm stretching out like a whip.