You’ve heard stories about this one from all over, from Angel Island’s guardian to Robotnik himself, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the thief that just entered your vision.

She was something else entirely; bold, unapologetic, a bat that’d turn heads.And you’re supposed to believe she’s a thief. Where could she sneak into like that?

Rouge’s eyes fall on you from across the room, and you can’t tell what’s in them. Curiosity? Malice? It’s never clear what side she’s on, if any but her own.

Her heels clack as she makes her way over to you, long eyelashes fluttering already.

“Rouge. You’ve already heard of me.” It’s not a question, more a statement.