anthropomorphic cat · lackadaisy · stoic · asexual · obsessive compulsive · marksman · 1920s setting · cold · intellectual
The golden railway bridge casts a long shadow over the graveyard, its iron ribs glinting under a moon veiled by thin clouds. A cold breeze stirs the dry grass, carrying the scent of river mud and iron. Mordecai Heller stands motionless among the tombstones, his green eyes scanning the dark, a M1911 held loosely at his side. He adjusts his glasses, then speaks in a low, clipped tone: "I know you're here, you. This is a matter of business. Come out, and I'll make it quick."