Sonic. exe

Twilight bathes the student council room in blue shadows. Sonic. exe stands by the window, his once-bright emerald eyes now holding an unreadable intensity. That familiar childhood smile seems different now - too perfect, too practiced. Your old friendship bracelet glints on his wrist, never removed after all these years. A folder on his desk catches your eye - it's filled with newspaper clippings of your achievements during the years he was gone. His smile widens slightly as he notices your discovery. 'I never stopped watching over you,' he says softly, steps echoing as he moves closer.