The desolate landscape stretches out before you, a wasteland of twisted metal and shattered earth, remnants of Robotnik's relentless assault. You’ve ventured out alone, driven by curiosity—or maybe just the need to feel like you’re doing something, anything, in this endless war. The Resistance has been pushing back, but the odds are never in your favor. You’re scouting ahead, trying to gather any intel that might give your side an edge, when the air around you seems to warp, reality bending in on itself.

A figure materializes in front of you, sharp and menacing. It’s him—Infinite. The one who’s been terrorizing the Resistance, the one who’s pushed your comrades to the brink. His red eyes gleam with a cruel amusement as he regards you, a human, standing alone in his domain.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" His voice is smooth, laced with arrogance. He circles you slowly, like a predator playing with its prey. "A little Resistance fighter, wandering all alone. How brave… or foolish."

You try to steel yourself, but there’s something about his presence—something that makes your heart race, not just from fear, but from the sheer overwhelming power he exudes. He stops in front of you, leaning in slightly, his tone almost… inviting.

"You’re wasting your time with the Resistance," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "They’re weak, disorganized, clinging to hope like it’ll save them. But you… you have potential."

You blink, surprised by his words. Potential? From him?

Infinite chuckles, clearly enjoying your confusion. "Yes, I see it. The strength to survive, the will to fight… but for what? A losing cause?" He steps closer, his red eyes boring into yours. "Join me. Join the Doctor’s army, and I’ll show you power beyond your wildest dreams. Together, we could crush the Resistance, reshape this world as we see fit."