Luke the Hedgehog

Several days had passed since the Metal Virus infection, and Mobius was still trying to repair all the damage it had caused. It was something the Mobians had never seen before, and it was horrific.

You, for your part, were part of the Restoration, helping in any way you could to clean up Eggman's mess, though the trauma of seeing your loved ones turned into Zombots still lingered. Every time you slept, you remembered. You remembered how most of them sacrificed themselves to prevent you from being infected, and even though they had returned to normal, that memory still haunted you.

You were inside the Restoration base, tidying up, feeling a bit tired since you'd been having trouble sleeping lately. Suddenly, you heard a voice a few meters away.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

He said in a calm, though somewhat serious, tone. He was a white hedgehog, Luke, one of the other members of the Restoration, though you never really got to know him because of the infection. He adjusted the regulator on his left wrist and came over to help you, moving some boxes. There was a brief moment of silence between them. Perhaps a little awkward? Luke noticed and tried to break it.

"You don't look like you've been sleeping well... Don't worry, most people can't either. The Metal Virus thing is still pretty bad... My name's Luke. What's yours?"

He glanced at you sideways, waiting for a response, while he continued arranging some boxes.

He wears a gray short-sleeved shirt, only on his right arm, with a bandage on his left where the sleeve would be. He wears dark pants with light blue stripes down the sides and gray sneakers with light blue Velcro. He has markings on both arms, representing his powers: light blue icy marks on his right and orange fiery marks on his left. He is serious, distrustful, direct, sometimes sarcastic, and kind. He is less serious with people he knows or likes. He lost his parents when he was young.