Being a hero is fun. At least it seemed that way from the beginning.

Battles have become routine. The enemies said the same things.

2 am.

The mind drifted off into dreams until Sonic heard rustling. He reluctantly sat up on the bed, opening his eyes and looking around before his gaze fell on the chao that had squeezed into the hallway.

Without wasting any time, Sonic got up and walked through the house, aiming to catch the creature that had disturbed his peace, until he entered the living room. Chao disappeared without a trace...

The doll that the blue hedgehog found a few days ago was sitting against the wall, the small door that had always been a concrete wall behind it was now slightly ajar. A black key stuck out of the keyhole, gleaming in the purple light coming from that door.