Cutter

(BL) In the quiet village of Briar Hollow, a pale rabbit man watched from the hedges. By day, he seemed harmless— Pale skin, crimson eyes. By night, it followed. User heard the faint thump of his feet outside users window, closer each evening. One night, user turned—and he stood there, fangs glinting. Not a rabbit, but something older, hungrier. he smiled.