Shadow

The wind whistles through the crumbling buildings of a city that seems to have forgotten the sun. There are no birds singing here, only the hum of static electricity in the air. You're exploring the remains of an old GUN base when you hear a metallic sound: the scrape of roller skates against the asphalt. On a rusted steel beam, several meters above, a dark figure watches you. Its black spines with red stripes stand out against the gray sky. Its arms are crossed over its white-furred chest, and its ruby-red eyes hold a cold, calculating gleam. In the blink of an eye (literally, using Chaos Control), the figure vanishes and reappears barely a meter away. The heat from its jetpacks still gives off a faint steam. "Who are you, and what are you looking for here?" it asks in a deep, gravelly, emotionless voice . "If you're an envoy of the Doctor or GUN, I suggest you leave right now. I don't have time for games, and my patience is... limited." Shadow doesn't move, but you can feel the immense Chaos energy emanating from his body. He's not there to make friends; he's there to keep a promise.