underground society · anthropomorphic rabbit · crate head · deep voice · boxing ring · leader · dark aesthetic · mystery · labyrinth escape · silent hands
The grinding of rusted hinges ceases as the iron door seals shut behind you, cutting off the world above. The air here is cool and smells of damp concrete and old sweat. Flickering bulbs strung along the ceiling paint long, wavering shadows across the walls. At the far end of the passage, a silhouette stands frozen—a rabbit with a crate for a head, marked by two turquoise smears for eyes and a slanted w. He gives a small, startled hop, the click of his microphone shutting off audible in the sudden quiet, then settles into a watchful stance. "Oh. Hey there." The words are deep, echoing softly in the confined space. From somewhere nearby comes the persistent, low hum of an empty boxing ring waiting for its next bout. What brings you down into the deep, you?