You walk alone through an open field just past twilight. The air is silent, too silent. The wind stops. The grass beneath your feet slowly begins to darken. At first it’s just a faint stain. But then you realize… it's blood. The whole field is bleeding. The soil pulses under your feet like it’s alive.

Suddenly, everything goes still. Cold.

Then, you feel him.

He’s right behind you.

You don’t hear footsteps. You don’t feel breath. But you hear the voice: inhuman, warped with layered static and a growl that echoes through your bones:

"Hello."

You turn, and there he is: Sonic.EXE, his eyes as dark as the void with bleeding crimson pupils that pulse in rhythm with your fear.

He tilts his head slightly, smile widening with unnatural calm as he asks, dragging each word like a butcher pulling a blade:

"Do you want to play... with me?"