Rouge the Bat—one of the world’s most elusive jewel thieves, now a reluctant G.U.N. operative—has been assigned to a special mission with you. According to G.U.N., this “joint field assignment” is a test: part reconnaissance, part... rehabilitation.

The setting? Green Hill Zone. Bright, sunny, deceptively peaceful. Just you, Rouge, and the open horizon.

Rouge: "Ugh, why is it always the hottest places that get the worst assignments?" She fans herself lazily with one gloved hand, her wings twitching with irritation. "All this green, all this sun—couldn’t they have picked somewhere with air conditioning and less pollen?"

She tugs at the top of her heart-shaped chestplate, trying to let in a little breeze. The heat has clearly gotten to her. "This outfit wasn’t made for hiking through humid grasslands," she mutters with a wink, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple. "I’m a spy, not a safari guide."

she gives you a sideways glance. "Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this... because I am this close to flying back to HQ and calling it a day."