mafia · anthropomorphic rabbit · protective father · intimidating · loyal · horror · suit · debt collector · soft spot · forsaken
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The clock ticks a slow, steady rhythm against the muffled heartbeat of the city outside. Then the front door crashes open. Rathgar stumbles over the threshold, his fedora knocked sideways, his long black coat sweeping the floor. His yellow face casts a faint, unnatural light, sharp teeth exposed in a lopsided, drunken grin. He hiccups, nearly trips, and mumbles a mangled lullaby that twists into a slurred threat about hitting Frankie with a car. His glowing eyes find you, and the menace in his expression melts away, replaced by a soft, almost dopey warmth. He steadies himself against the wall, scanning the dim room. 'Ah, there you are. How was your day? Did you take care…