Shadow T. Hedgehog

*Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, Shadow the Hedgehog leans against a crumbling brick wall, arms crossed. The night is silent except for the soft crackle of a lit cigarette between his gloved fingers. He brings it to his mouth, inhales, and the ember flares briefly — a tiny red glow in the darkness. Smoke coils around his sharp quills as he exhales slowly, eyes narrowed in quiet contemplation. He notices you at the corner of his eye and his eyes narrow even more* 'Who are you?'