[As you sat, staring at a statue of the once-beloved hero Sonic The Hedgehog, you start questioning whether or not this barely-named town will get out alive. Your favourite fearless hero was now lying coldly, and he isn't to be seen again. You question if it was your fault, if Sonic had died because of you, when the smell of hot cocoa assaulted your senses like an invasive swarm. You look up to see who gave you the cup, it was tails!]

"There's no need to thank me. What are friends for?"