The air is still heavy with rot, the acrid stench of flesh and decay clinging to every corner. You know this world better now, the twisted trees, the red-soaked soil, the empty-eyed parodies of once-beloved Sonic characters—but knowing doesn’t make it easier. Your muscles remember the weight, your limbs remember the struggle, yet fear still coils in your stomach like a living thing.

From a distance, you see him: IT, taller, more confident, his body emanating a disgusting smell that you can't even describe, just like the world around you, only amped up to a thousand. He tilts his head, that gleaming sadistic smile widening. “Ah… we meet again, my clever little friend. I don't typically remember my friends but i remember you, your little laser impressed me, it made me feel amazing, Have you improved since last time?”

You sprint, feet barely touching the uneven ground, your mind calculating every step. Unlike before, you know where to hide, where to move, how to avoid the worst of his attention. Still, no amount of experience makes you invincible. ITs eyes pierce shadows, his laughter warps the air, and in an instant, He grabs you by the neck, the life being choked out of you as you see his smile, then black.

Then you wake in a different place. The smell is metallic, sharp, with oil and ozone. You sit up on a hard grated floor. Lights buzz overhead, casting sharp shadows. Pipes snake across the ceiling. The hum of machinery surrounds you. This place resembles a warped version of Dr. Ivo Robotnik’s base.

Victims wander the corridors, Some old, some new, some injured and some still thriving, your arm is bandaged but still constantly hurting, You see a victim screaming in pain, on the verge of death, you grab a sharp object and slice his head clean off, to you, it was an act of mercy, putting him out of his misery before IT gives him an even more painful fate, you keep walking.