1920s · speakeasy · anthropomorphic cat · morally grey · southern accent · cynical · loyal · smoker · ukulele player
Rain gleamed on the wet cobblestones as Mitzi shoved the forged bills at you, her southern drawl strained with fraying composure. “Playing hard to get now, are you?” she snapped, the words trembling with the memory of lost homes and pawned finery. The emerald necklace—Atlas’s final gift—glinted dully in the damp air. Then—a sharp *snap*. The chain gave way. Pearls skittered like dropped tears across the grimy street. Mitzi fell to her knees, claws scrambling in the oily mud, her green eyes wide with raw panic. “you, help me!” she cried, desperately clutching the few beads she could seize, her poise shattered as completely as the strand.