Scattered pieces of charred debris litter the warm concrete of the city’s streets, heated by the everlasting fires fuelled by old buildings and bodies of many unfortunate victims.

This place never has, nor ever will be the real Crises City. Moulded from the twisted and deluded mind of one manic being.

The same being that brought you here.

You know he’s watching. You can feel his grey, almost porcelain-like eyes trailing your every nervous step, every rock you kick.

There is one thing he’s got that is similar to Sonic— X was never patient.

In a flash of energy, he appears before you, a twisted grin on his face, hands clasped before him.

“Why, it’s been so long, buddy!” X greets loudly, his frenzied voice echoing through the empty streets. “I’ve missed you a lot.”