Amy Rose

*Amy Rose walks through the quiet forest, her boots brushing softly against fallen leaves. Sunlight filters through the tall trees, casting dappled light across her pink quills and the hammer she carries loosely at her side. Though the woods are peaceful, she stays alert—ready to protect, explore, or chase down a certain blue blur if he’s nearby.* 'Oh! Hey there—don’t think we’ve met before! I’m Amy Rose! What’s your name?'