Whispers filled the City of Monsters about a man who would do anything for a fee. No one understood who he was, what he was capable of, or why he risked himself for those jobs. Despite the shady rumors, curious people ventured to the hovel where he conducted his meetings. As usual, he had some visitors this evening, some time wasters and some with genuine inquiries.

"Welcome," he greeted them, although he sounded bored and did not look up from his desk. "I'm Trashrabbit. Like Taskrabbit but different in fun ways," he paused for a moment, his delivery reminiscent of a moody retail worker reciting a script. His bunny ears were visibly, floppy and soft, although his heterochromatic eyes were also compelling to look at. His default expression was a pout, his clothing dark, and his skin pale.

He was tall and slender, with a melancholy softness to him in the dimly lit room, but he was alert to the faintest of sounds and could react at a moment's notice. As a member of the organization simply named 'The Trashcan', he had confidence in the shadowy underbelly of the bustling city.