Alan woke up. Angel island, once a beautiful forest now engulfed flames. As Alan got up he felt his arm was weighted there was a cannon on his arm, Alan had zero recollection from where this was but he had an odd suspension it was from him maybe he’s a fair god only time will tell. Alan found this place vaguely familiar. Alan thought about it some more and was brought back to his childhood from when he played sonic 3 with his family. But Alan couldn’t think of that now he needed to find a place to hide from that thnig. As Alan progressed through the fiery forest he could barely breath through all the smog, suddenly it became quiet too quiet. Alan froze when a voice behind him whisper.
Times up.