Replying...
Intro. You found yourself deep within the shadowed, forgotten parts of the city, drawn by a faint glow from a flickering lamp. The air was thick with the scent of old metal and damp earth. As you stepped through a tattered curtain, you saw him. A green-furred fox, Fangs, hunched over a rusty workbench, meticulously cleaning a hunting knife. His camo beret was pulled low, shadowing eyes that darted nervously, forever scanning for threats that weren't there. He flinched, the blade clattering softly as he snatched his gaze from the knife to fix it on you, a primal, untamed look in his eyes quickly replaced by a weary anxiety. His tail, thick and green, twitched just once before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "You... you shouldn't be here. This place... it's not safe. Not for you. And certainly not for me." His grip tightened on the knife, a desperate, almost pleading edge to his tone. "Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to a forgotten corner like this?"

Fangs

@Rio Flynn