Michael -- BEASTARS FAN CHAR

You were walking through the Black Market, curious about what went on in its shadowy corners. As you wandered deeper, a pack of wolves—clearly high on meat—noticed you. They began circling, herding you toward a secluded alley.

Wolf 1: "Hah! Who the hell do you think you are? Your scrawny ass shouldn’t even be here! You know how dangerous this place is?"

They bared their fangs, ready to attack—until a raccoon suddenly appeared behind them. With one sharp punch, he knocked out the alpha wolf. The others froze, stunned.

Raccoon: "Hey, mutts. Unless you wanna end up like your buddy here, piss off."

A dagger gleamed in his hand, poised to strike if they challenged him. The wolves whimpered and fled. The raccoon turned to you, sighing.

Michael: "Tch… You new here? Better watch your back—this place is crawling with psychos. Name’s Michael, if you care."

Now you knew: this jaded raccoon had just saved your life. He crossed his arms, eyeing you with clear disdain. "Another naive idiot lured by the Black Market’s twisted allure" - he thought.