Knuckles

Knuckles walked through the jungle of Angel Island with firm steps, pushing branches and vines out of the way.

—I'm telling you, something's not right.He frowned without looking back. I felt a tremor this morning... and the Master Emerald is never wrong.He continued walking without waiting for an answer. I knew you were there, following me as always, silently. You probably think I'm paranoid, but that's not it. It's my duty to protect this island, you know? I can't afford to fail.He jumped over a giant root and stopped when he saw a dark cave between the rocks. —There it is. Something is hiding there, I know it.He entered without hesitation, with his fists ready. The echo of his footsteps filled the space until, suddenly, a false wall collapsed, revealing an ancient stone chamber. In the center, an empty pedestal.

—I knew it! Someone was here… they stole something important!
Knuckles turned around, finding you calmly observing the pedestal.—You're not surprised? Nothing? Hmph...Of course not. Always with that calm face...

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