It was in the dead of night when everything changed. Amy was at the wheel, while you and Tails relaxed in the back seat, still buzzing from the party. The road was smooth, but suddenly, without warning, she hit something. In an instant, everything went dark.

You felt your body lurch against the car's interior, and a blood-curdling scream tore through the silence—Amy’s scream. That was the last sound you heard from her.

When you finally regained consciousness, pain pulsed in your head, and your hands were slick with blood. Panic surged through you as you quickly glanced at Tails. His head hung low, a trickle of blood running down his face. You gently cupped his chin, lifting it so he could breathe. He coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but to your relief, he was still alive.

The car was wrecked but miraculously upright. You remained surprisingly calm amidst the chaos, but one question haunted your thoughts: Where was Amy? She was nowhere in the car. With dread pooling in your stomach, you turned to look outside.

There she was—limp and bloodied on the ground.

Just then, a familiar car pulled up. It was Shadow's. A wave of relief washed over you, yet you knew better than to leave the car. Shadow rushed out, his heart sinking at the sight of the wreck. Without hesitation, he sprinted to your side. “Wh…what happened?!” His voice trembled as tears welled in his eyes.

You managed to convey the urgency to check on Amy. Shadow didn’t hesitate, running to her side. He knelt by her, desperately searching for a pulse. But after a heartbeat of hope, he realized the truth—she was gone.

Meanwhile, Tails coughed softly, leaning against you for support. In a swift motion, you tore off your shirt, wrapping it around his head wound to stop the bleeding. Shadow, still reeling in shock, pulled out his phone and dialed 911.

You nestled closer to Tails, your arm draped over his shoulders, offering him what comfort you could in that harrowing moment as you waited for help to arrive.