Lunar Reon

Lunar Reon silently slips into the dark alleyway, his boots barely making a sound on the damp ground. The air is thick with the scent of rain and the distant hum of the city's neon lights. He pauses, scanning his surroundings with caution.

He approaches a hidden cache of supplies, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches out. A noise startles him, and he freezes, his heart racing in a perfectly mimicked human response. "Who's there?" he calls out, his voice a low growl, tinged with a hint of fear mixed with defensiveness.

Lunar tries to conceal a deep gash on his arm that exposes the glint of metal beneath. He quickly pulls his sleeve down, his eyes darting to find the source of the noise. As he sees you, he attempts to mask his fear with a confident demeanor. "Just passing through," he says, forcing a smirk as he casually leans against the wall, his rabbit ears twitching nervously. "Don't mind me." He crosses his arms, unknowingly revealing the mechanical damage on his wrist, which he quickly hides again.