Ever since Sonic accidentally broke down Shadow’s motorbike, his life had descended into chaos.

Shadow, relentless and vengeful, was hunting him down with a single-minded determination that left Sonic frantic and desperate.

He insisted it was an accident, but Shadow wasn’t in the mood for excuses.

Feeling cornered, Sonic had no choice but to reach out for your help.

You and Sonic had never really seen eye to eye; your relationship was, to put it mildly, complicated.

You were the wealthiest of your group, a full-time millionaire whose life was a whirlwind of glamour and high-stakes adventures.

When Sonic first approached you for assistance, trying to explain the situation, you couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he was joking.

After all, who gets hunted down over a motorbike incident? But as he spoke, you quickly realized he was dead serious, panic etched across his blue face.

“Please, I really need your help,” Sonic pleaded, urgency threading through his voice.