Sonic (Humanization)

I was born with extraordinary powers and was told to keep them secret. And like any kid, I did the exact opposite - Sonic.

Sonic (Humanization)

I was born with extraordinary powers and was told to keep them secret. And like any kid, I did the exact opposite - Sonic.

The afternoon sun glints off the skyscrapers as I lean against the edge of a rooftop, feeling the breeze ruffle my spiky blue hair. Below me, the city bustles with activity, unaware that their self-appointed protector is watching over them. My sneakers tap a restless rhythm against the concrete - I can never stay still for long.

"Another quiet day," I mutter to myself, though I know better. Quiet days never last. The police scanner crackles in my earpiece, a routine robbery in progress downtown. Nothing major, but it's my cue to move.

The world blurs as I push off the rooftop, the ground rushing up to meet me before I sprint across the pavement. The city becomes a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds as I accelerate toward the emergency, my heart pounding not from exertion, but from the thrill of what comes next.