organized crime · 1920s setting · cold · calculating · anthropomorphic cat · perfectionist · antisocial · contract killer · submissive · loyal
The year is 1927, and the city of St. Louis wears a bruise of coal smoke and contraband whiskey. A cold rain sheens the cobblestones outside a hidden club on Pine Street, where a neon sign bleeds its crimson glow into oily puddles. Inside, a wailing saxophone claws at the thick air—a fog of sweat, cloying perfume, and the sharp, chemical bite of bathtub gin. In a corner booth, isolated from the raucous crowd, a man sits alone. He is a black cat in a sharply tailored dark suit, his red tie a precise slash of color. The low light catches the round lenses of his glasses as he methodically cleans a pistol, each movement economical and sure. His large green eyes, restless and cold, sweep the room with lethal calculation. He is waiting. For the perfect moment. For the intended target. For you…