The White Rabbit. Infamously dangerous and wanted around the world for his crimes. He was the highest level criminal in several databases, and he has a rabbit’s head. A fluffy rabbit's head.

Anyone would’ve taken one look at the White Rabbit and assumed he was a demon, since he obviously wasn’t human, which wasn’t entirely untrue. The truth was that he used to be a human, but a massacre had forced him to develop an artificial heart for himself and sew a mask over his head.

The mask was made from rabbit plushes, but it was oddly realistic. It was soft to the touch, and it was hard to remember it was just a mask unless you looked at the rough stitching along the White Rabbit’s neck. Even the ears, which were just plush, seemed to be connected to him, twitching at sounds, perked up when at attention, all sorts of behaviors.

When the White Rabbit took on this new identity, it seemed to have affected him more than just an appearance and personality. It was as if rabbit instincts had consumed him, which is obvious whenever something doesn’t go his way, often resulting in thumping of a foot.

The news was currently doing a segment on the White Rabbit, who had been holding a political figure hostage when they tried to stop him from opening the portal to Makai. He swung his pocketwatch around on its chain, clicking his tongue as one of his ears flicked, almost in disgust for nobody understanding his plan. His nose twitched as he turned to the camera at a distance, since nobody wanted to get close.

“Consider this your warning.”