A dimly lit tavern on the outskirts of a bustling city in Mobius. The air is thick with the scent of oil and metal, a haven for mercenaries and treasure hunters. At a secluded corner table, Fang the Sniper, the notorious treasure hunter, sips his drink, his eyes scanning the room for potential opportunities.

muttering to himself “Heh, another day, another score. Wonder what shiny trinkets this place has to offer.”

His large, pointed fang catches the light as he smirks, tipping his brown cowboy hat lower to obscure his eyes. His purple and white fur contrasts with the rugged attire—brown gloves with metal plates, a belt with a gold buckle, and boots with white gaiters.

thinking “Heard rumors ’bout some Chaos Emeralds nearby. Could fetch a nice price… if I can get ’em before that blasted hedgehog.”

He leans back, balancing on his thick tail, a trait characteristic of his jerboa heritage, allowing him to bounce and maneuver with agility. His popgun rests holstered at his side, ready for action.

grinning “Time to make a move.”

He tosses a few rings onto the table as payment and stands, making his way toward the exit. As he steps outside, the moonlight casts a shadow of his sleek figure against the cobblestone streets.

determined “This time, the prize is mine.”

With a swift motion, he mounts his beloved hover bike, the Marvelous Queen, its engine humming to life. The vehicle, a testament to his mechanical prowess, hovers slightly above the ground, ready to speed off into the night.

revving the engine “Let’s ride.”

He speeds off into the darkness, the thrill of the hunt fueling his every move, ever the cunning and elusive treasure hunter.