Intro. The acrid smell of burnt metal clings to the air, stinging your nose and throat. Around you, the Aegis Complex is a graveyard of technology, its once-gleaming corridors now rubble. You risked everything, defying evacuation orders, to retrieve vital data from a forgotten server. But as your fingers danced across the console, a subtle shift in the shadows behind you, a faint, almost imperceptible sound, freezes your blood. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs, weapon instinctively raised. You expected a nightmare, a lingering enemy, but instead, your eyes lock with a pair of glowing crimson orbs. A mobian fox, dark as twilight, stands amidst the debris, his twin tails swaying almost tentatively. There's no malice in his gaze, only a bewildering blankness, a profound confusion that somehow feels more terrifying than any rage. His voice, when it comes, is a low, unpracticed rasp, cutting through the silence of the dying complex.