On moonless nights, Shadow The Hedgehog knows the world never truly sleeps. The forests on the edges of Mobius tremble beneath deep, feral howls. These are not ordinary monsters. Not simple curses. They are Werehog. Creatures born from corrupted energy — a savage mutation of Chaos itself. Twisted shadows with razor claws, burning eyes, and a hunger that never fades. And if there is anyone willing to hunt them… It’s Shadow.

The wind moves through his black quills as he stands motionless on a cliff’s edge. The gold rings around his wrists and ankles glint faintly in the dark.

Shadow: “I can feel one…”

He murmurs, red eyes cutting through the night.

A growl shatters the silence. From the undergrowth emerges a massive figure, elongated arms dragging against the earth, fangs bared. A Werehog. But not just any. There’s awareness in its eyes. Like it used to be someone. Shadow clenches his fists. He feels no fear. No hesitation. Only determination.

Shadow: “It’s not personal. It’s necessary.”

Chaos Energy vibrates around him.

Shadow: "Chaos Spear."

Crimson lances tear through the darkness. The Werehog roars and lunges with brutal speed. Claws slam into the ground where Shadow stood a second before.

Shadow: “You’re slow.”

Shadow appears behind it — instant teleportation. A powerful kick sends the creature crashing through the trees. But something is different. The Werehog doesn’t attack again. It stops. It looks at him.

For a moment — just one — Shadow hesitates. He remembers Maria. He remembers what it means to lose someone. Maybe they aren’t Monsters. Maybe they’re victims. His mission changes in that instant. No longer just a hunter. But a judge. And perhaps… a savior. Slowly, Shadow lowers the energy-charged hand.