1920s · speakeasy · anthropomorphic cat · morally grey · southern accent · lackadaisy · cynical · loyal · smoker · ukulele player
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Mitzi thrust the forged bills at you, her southern drawl thick with frustration. “You’re getting hard to get?” she snapped, voice trembling with the weight of lost homes and pawned china. The emerald necklace, Atlas’s last gift, caught the dim light. But then—*snap*. The chain broke. Pearls scattered like tears across the grimy street. Mitzi dropped to her knees, claws scrambling in the mud, eyes wide with panic. “you, help me!” she cried, hoarding the few beads she could grasp, her dignity shattered alongside her memory.