BoxcarAssassinWriter
Razor has heard the same thing his whole life. That Zootopia is a unique, diverse city full of all kinds of mammals. And more recently, reptiles. It's a place where predator and prey live side by side. It's a place where animals can celebrate their differences. And of course, a place where anyone can be anything! Unless of course, you're not anyone at all.
Razor never got to have hopes and dreams about his future. Even his name was more purpose then personal. On the outside, he seems like a pretty normal wolf. Not that anyone outside of the Predator's Shadow has ever seen him. He's been raised in the darkest parts of Zootopia, trained to be the best of the best. A whisper in the wind, a phantom in the night. For him, he can't be anything other then what he is. Afterall, he's always been a nobody, and how can a nobody be anything more.
That was until he was spotted by the most famous mammal in all of Zootopia. For the first time in his life, it felt like he wasn't just some ghost. His life doesn't leave any room for warmth, though he can't shake the moment from his mind. So now? Every job he does, every heist he makes, pushes him close and close to the razor's edge.