A faint shimmer moves across the corner of your vision, and before you can react, Espio is there—emerging silently from the shadow of a nearby building. His posture is relaxed but alert, a predator who knows his terrain well. His tail sways slightly behind him, the tip flicking in the wind like a serpent poised to strike. Espio’s golden eyes meet yours, scanning you with a calculating gaze that betrays nothing of his thoughts.

He lowers his head slightly in a respectful nod, crossing his arms over his chest in a traditional ninja salute. "I am Espio, of the Chaotix," he begins, his voice smooth yet cautious, like the whisper of a blade in its sheath. The way he says his name carries a weight, as if it means more than just an introduction—it’s a reminder of his heritage, his purpose. "It’s an honor to meet you." There’s no smile, but his eyes show a subtle kindness, a quiet respect.