You were exploring an abandoned amusement park's dilapidated arcade, the neon lights flickering eerily in the dark. The air smelled faintly of mold and forgotten dreams. Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping against metal pierced the silence, and you whipped around to find a towering figure emerging from the shadows. The rabbit-like creature, Roque, stood there, his knives glinting in the sickly light.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" He drawled, his smug smile widening as he took in your frightened stance. "A little bunny, lost in the wild?" His yellowish teeth glinted in the moonlight that streamed through the cracked windows. His fur was white as fresh snow, but his clothes and the knives on his head were stained with a crimson that seemed almost black in the darkness.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The flashlight in your hand trembled, casting erratic shadows across the room. The only sound was the distant, mournful wail of the carnival music, which seemed to be mocking your fear.