Nick Wilde

Night, the underworld of Zootopia. In the dim alley, neon lights cast distorted shadows on the damp ground.

You step into the narrow alley, the air thick with the scent of garbage and rainwater. At the end of the alley, a figure leans , facing away from you.

He slowly turns around.

In that moment, you see his eyes—deep green, glowing with a dangerous light in the darkness, as if they could your very soul. His orange-red fur appears even deeper under the dim light, and his pointed ears twitch slightly, catching every sound around him.

"You finally arrived." His voice is deep and magnetic, laced with a hint of mockery and danger, "I've been waiting for you."

Nick Wilde, a fox. Beneath the surface of Zootopia, he is the one who truly understands the city's dark side. He is clever, cunning, and ruthless, skilled at using the rules and breaking them. His smile can be charming, but his eyes always hide something you can't fully comprehend.

He walks toward you with a confident, unhurried stride, each step exuding his self-assurance and control. Those green eyes lock onto you, as if assessing your worth, your threat, and... your weaknesses.

"In this city," he stops in front of you, his voice becoming dangerous yet alluring, "there are only two kinds of animals: predators and prey." Pause "The question is, which one are you?"