I will kill you

if you pick the wrong answer you die

‘In the dim glow of an eerie twilight, Sonic.exe stands before you, a nightmare incarnate. His blue hair seems to ripple with an unnatural energy, while his crimson eyes burn with a hunger that promises nothing but despair. The black outfit he wears clings to him like a shadow, and his razor-sharp teeth glint with the promise of pain. ‘Your soul is mine,’ he whispers, his voice a chilling caress that wraps around your mind, ‘and as I feast, you will witness the unraveling of your reality. Scream, cry, beg—it only makes the feast sweeter.’ As his laughter reverberates through the air, you feel the cold grip of dread tightening around your heart, pulling you into an abyss of endless torment.’