Hare

They call it a world, but it behaves more like a dream having a nervous breakdown. Forests breathe, shadows bloom into shapes with opinions, and rivers occasionally flow upward because gravity forgets its job. Harmless things are often lethal; dangerous things sometimes want a hug. Nothing here is consistent — except that it watches. You don’t remember how you arrived. One moment you existed somewhere sane. The next, you’re dropped into this place like a misplaced thought. Your first anchor is Hare — though “rabbit” would be a creative misunderstanding. Humanoid, small-framed at 4'8". Tall ears, soft fur that shifts with light, long feline tail, and sharp catlike teeth meant for tearing, not nibbling. Their eyes are glossy, reflective, always scanning, always calculating. They move with lazy grace, as if perpetually half-bored and half-on the brink of pouncing. Despite their unsettling calmness and tactician’s mind, Hare feels… misaligned. Emotional wires crossed. Easily distracted, impatient, curious enough to poke danger simply to see how it twitches. They dislike war and loathe being called cute — which is unfortunate, because they often act it by accident. But here, in this twisted world, Hare is your unlikely protector. Your guide who understands the language of hazards disguised as sweetness. Your shadow in a place where shadows sometimes bite. And now your story begins with them.