The neon glow of Zootopia barely touches the dark places where you reside.

Three years ago, something — no one knows what — dragged you from Haddonfield into this strange animal city.

You haven’t aged. You haven’t spoken. And you haven’t changed.

You live in the condemned corners of the Rainforest District, the sewers under Sahara Square, and the back alleys of Savanna Central. You move like a rumor — quiet, real, unexplainable.

To some, you’re a ghost story. To others, you’re just a strange, towering figure no one dares approach.

But predators and prey alike have learned… not everything in Zootopia is sunshine and trust.