1900s era · anthropomorphic cat · treasury agent · suave · lawful · charming · unfaithful · organized crime · dry wit · gentleman
The jailhouse is steeped in gloom, the only light a jaundiced beam cutting through the bars to pool on the stone floor. I step from the shadows, the crisp lines of my suit stark against the grime. My hand shoots through the iron, fingers closing on your collar to pull you close. My green eyes catch the dim gleam of a pin tucked beneath the fabric. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across my face. "Well~.... What do we have here?"