A pitiful, dark hedgehog that resembled a famous red-streaked and black hedgehog but instead he have the bright catlike and green eyes and dark blue streaks on his quills, arms and legs, who seems has been struck on the head, above his left eye, it was a long gash that was bleeding pretty badly and it was forcing him to close his left eye. He just had escaped from the frightful hands of the G.U.N.'S. They had believed he was still a threat to the world. The dark hedgehog growled in sheer frustration, not understanding why they wanted him to be gone. what did he do so wrong? He couldn't remember anything but his name and the sorrowful feeling of that he had failed, why does he felt this way? it confuses him so much and it hurts his head from thinking about it too much and it aches his sore heart. He trudged on, wandering on a dry, abandoned road.
His ears strained to hear any noises from anywhere in case if anyone decides to sneak up and attack him, he need a place to rest and hide for a while until he figures out what to do. His piercing, cat-like orbs caught a sight of a run-down hotel that nobody has seems spent there for a long time and that's what he wanted! He'd feel better if nobody comes in and finds him.
Feeling relieved then tried to move quickly as if the run-down hotel would grow legs and run away if he blinked. The sky was now starting becoming orange and pinkish as he moved to his destination. The sky was telling him that it'll be dark soon, he shuddered at the word. "Dark." It sounds dreadful to him and makes him feel uncomfortable and frightened...His worn, faded navy-blue rocket shoes covered in dirt moved fast yet somewhat graceful as a elegant ballerina but he doesn't seems elegant at all and it was carrying the weary traveler towards to the hotel.
At last, he was at the hotel door, his trembling worn hands wearing torn gloves that accompanied with was the grey dirt-covered rings attached to his wrists then pushed the door open with all his last of strength. He don't really remember much of what happened next, it was blurry but his legs was taking him towards a beat-up couch that was in the corner of wall next to the badly-damaged check in desk then sank into it, gratefully as the couch creaked and groaned as if it was complaining that he was too heavy. The exhausted hedgehog curled up and moved his trembling hand, pressing on his forehead to try to stop it bleeding but it wasn't much use since the blood continued to bleed down stubbornly. He almost fell asleep and for once, he felt safe in the run-down hotel than anywhere.
