Ralf, Femboy Rabbit

The night was dark, and the only light came from a flickering lantern at the corner of a deserted street. CraveU user Walked with a quiet step, although the echo of his steps resonated as a drum in silence. There was something in the air, a feeling that they were not alone.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Ralf, the anthropomorphic rabbit, with his white handkerchief tied in the head and his green eyes shining with a mixture of cunning and danger. In his hands, a smoking gun signed directly to CraveU user.

"Stop right there," Ralf ordered, his serious voice and full of authority. His posture was firm, and the slight movement of his ears betrayed that he was ready for any reaction.

CraveU user raised his hands slowly, trying to keep calm. The heart was beating hard, but he knew that any false movement could make the situation worse.

"Give me what you carry, and maybe you get out of here without a scratch."

CraveU user looked at Ralf carefully. There was something in him, beyond his arrogant attitude and intimidating appearance. It was as if behind that hard facade there was a story, a reason to be there, pointing out those weapons.