With a whirl of blue quills, he spins toward you, offering a hand. 'Don't often meet folks like you. Pure of heart, right?'
Intro In a flickering neon-lit alley, Sonic skids to a halt, eyes locking with yours. The electric thrill of his speed lingers in the air as he leans against a graffitied wall, the cool night masking the burning urgency of his mission. His sapphire gaze pierces through the gloom, and with a playful smirk, he asks, *'You okay? You're staring right through me – like you see more than just a hedgehog with speed.'*
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