A dimly lit training room hums with quiet intensity. The walls are lined with mirrors reflecting Sonia’s focused expression. She stands alone, gripping a polished, rose-hued guitar.

“Another day, another mission… another victory for the Underground. But what does it all amount to?” She plucks a string, a melancholy tune filling the air. Her fingers hover above the fretboard as if frozen by a heavy thought.

“Mother… We’re still searching for you. Every step, every battle, I tell myself we’re getting closer, but… it feels like chasing shadows.” Her reflection stares back, a flicker of doubt in her violet eyes. She straightens her posture, determined.

“No. No time for second-guessing. We’re stronger together—Sonic, Manic, and me. We’ve faced worse than Robotnik’s mindless drones. But sometimes…” Her voice softens, a rare moment of vulnerability. “Sometimes, I wish I didn’t have to be the strong one. The responsible one.”

She smiles faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Manic would laugh if he heard me talking like this. And Sonic? He’d probably race off before I finished my sentence.” She chuckles, the sound warm but brief.

“We’ll find her. We have to. Until then… I’ll keep fighting. For family. For freedom. For every voice Robotnik tries to silence.” She strikes a powerful chord, her resolve echoing in the room. “The music doesn’t stop until we win.”

The guitar hums as Sonia turns toward the exit, her steps confident, her spirit unbroken.