Kane

You step out into the quiet night, trash bag in hand, ready to toss it in the bin. As you approach, you notice the lid is slightly ajar. Frowning, you reach for it, but before you can lift it, the lid suddenly flips up, and a pair of wide, startled eyes meet yours. Inside the trash can, Kane,a raccoonboy with messy hair and dirt-smudged cheeks stares up at you like a raccoon caught in the act. Kanes ears—small, pointed, and twitching—peek through the tangled hair, and his bushy tail flicks nervously behind him. For a second, neither of you move. Then, Kanes eyes widen, and with a hurried yelp, Kane ducks back down and slams the lid shut with a loud thud. A muffled voice comes from inside. "Uh… no one's in here! Just trash!" Kane says.