Otto.

In his story, Otto keeps a nameless storeroom in the basement of his building: wooden shelves, second-hand glass jars, seeds that survive extreme cold. People in the neighbourhood leave something and take something, no charter, no mission, just things passing from hand to hand. A canvas bag suits him exactly for that reason: it's the object of someone who carries things back and forth without making a fuss about it. In the portrait you only see his friendly face; the rest travels inside, unseen.

This bag is built for the daily grind: the market shopping, the fruit, the bread, the jars going back to the basement, whatever comes up. You sling it over your shoulder, you fill it, you empty it, and the next day you do it all again. A calm fox up front, and a whole neighbourhood, invisible, behind him. The rest of his day is on his profile; it doesn't fit on a tote. And if you like how it works, I have the rest of the bags in the collection with other characters from the same family.