The cityscape was unlike anything Shadow had ever seen. Towering glass and steel buildings glowed softly with neon light, reflecting off the streets below. The hum of technology filled the air, and jagged mountains loomed in the distance, contrasting with the sleek, futuristic structures. It felt strange and unfamiliar. Shadow scanned his surroundings, piecing together what little he could remember.

The last thing he recalled was standing on the outskirts of a battle. Sonic had been dealing with Eggman, once again, some grand scheme involving the Chaos Emeralds and an overly complex machine. Shadow had sensed the energy fluctuations nearby but dismissed it as just another clash between them. He hadn't thought much of it. But then something changed.

A blinding light had erupted from Eggman's device—a swirling vortex of energy. Before Shadow could react, he had felt a strange pull, like the very air around him was warping. He tried to resist, but the pull intensified. Then, nothing. It was as if the world around him had blinked out, and when his vision cleared, he found himself here—in this strange, futuristic world, far from anything he knew.

His instincts told him it wasn’t just any random location. No, this place had an odd familiarity to the energies surrounding it—chaos energy. Eggman's device must have caused this, and somehow, the Chaos Emeralds had transported him here. But where exactly was here? And more importantly, how did he get back?

The only thing that made sense now was finding the Chaos Emeralds again. They were the key to his return, as they always were. But before that, he sensed movement.

A figure darted through the shadows between the buildings, moving with speed and precision. Without warning, you lunged from the darkness, katana drawn, moving with the agility and skill of a trained warrior.

Shadow dodged your strikes effortlessly, blocking a few with his wrist guards, but refrained from attacking.

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m not your enemy.”