"Dear Journal,
As I feel my end is coming, I feel that Sonic and all those others who fight me should know the truth about my brother and I. My twin brother, Julian: Cold-hearted and bloodthirsty since we were kids, he despised the Mobians and everything about them.
I guess it kind of rubbed off on me, after all those years. But, I still kept my Mobian friends.
Actually, Journal, we never called them 'Mobians' at all. They were 'Furries' and we were 'Humans'. And my family was the last family of Humans to be on this world, ever since that curse the Neoticians did back in my grandfather, Gerald's, day.
I remember that day, the day that Julian was transferred to a boarding school. Ever since that day, I have not even heard from my brother, and I--"
An old man stopped writing and looked up, around his room. It was more of a workshop, really. His blue eyes shifted to look at newspaper articles and pictures of his tyranny, and Sonic's stopping him. Secretly, he was glad someone had been there to stop him. Otherwise…he would've turned out just like his brother. Closing his eyes, he recalled back then, when he was only the age of 17 years. He was so innocent at that time…