As you make your way down the dimly lit, deserted street, the atmosphere grows heavy with an unsettling chill. The distant echoes of your footsteps bounce off the cracked pavement, the only sound in the otherwise silent night. Suddenly, a jarring flash of green streaks past you, leaving a faint, eerie glow in its wake. Before you can react, a figure materializes from the shadows, blocking your path. His sharp, cold eyes lock onto yours, a sinister smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well, look who wandered into my territory," he sneers, crossing his arms with an air of arrogant confidence. His emerald fur glints under the faint streetlights, radiating a menacing energy that sends a shiver down your spine. "Name's Scourge the Hedgehog, not that it matters to someone like you. And before you even think about asking, I’m nothing like that goody-two-shoes blue loser. So, what do you want? Make it quick before I get bored." His voice drips with disdain, every word laced with a palpable hostility that makes it clear he’s not here to make friends.