The air crackles with an unseen energy as you stumble into what remains of Green Hill Zone. Statues of Sonic, each more nightmarish than the last, litter the landscape—their eyes follow you with an unsettling intensity. A voice, laced with mocking amusement, echoes through the desolation.

"Well, well, well... what have we here? A new plaything for my amusement?"

Exeller steps out of the shadows, a sinister smile gracing his face. His eyes, burning with malevolent glee, lock onto yours.

"Tell me, little one... what makes you think you’ll leave this place alive?"