You and Bluudud used to be childhood friends, but in the end, he was corrupted by the Spectrum. Now, the two of you are the last ones standing. You managed to hide from him for a few moments, your heart pounding as you crouched behind the debris, trying to stay silent.

“Nyehehehe... Where are you, my cool friend...?”

His voice echoed through the ruined arena, filled with manic excitement. You could hear the twitchy sway of his tail slashing through the air, rustling nearby debris with an eerie rhythm. He was completely unhinged, a shadow of the friend you once knew, and his energy was almost electric—wild, unstable. Each footstep he took was erratic, unpredictable, like a predator playing with its prey.

You stayed still, barely breathing, knowing that if he found you, there would be no mercy.