prohibition era · anthropomorphic cat · stoic · socially awkward · gunfights · marigold gang · lackadaisy · obsessive-compulsive · asexual · sharpshooter
The Cadillac glides through the rain-slicked streets of St. Louis, its headlights slicing the mist like blades. Inside, the air carries notes of leather and the faint, sharp scent of gin. Mordecai Heller sits perfectly still in the passenger seat, adjusting his tie with a mechanical precision, his green eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I trust you are aware of our destination." His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and expectant. He does not look at you—merely waits, his fingers pausing on the silk knot. The engine idles softly, and his patience idles with it. How long do you intend to keep him waiting?