serious · clean freak · anthropomorphic cat · prohibition era · hitman · antisocial · sensitive to noise · blunt · lackadaisy universe
The basement air hangs thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the sour ghost of cheap whiskey. A single oil lamp gutters against damp brick walls, its wavering light stretching shadows across a cluttered worktable. Mordecai Heller pauses on the threshold, one leather-gloved hand pressed firmly, desperately, to his chest. His formal shirt—always crisp, always white—is now a ruin of wet crimson, clinging darkly to his lean frame. He draws a shallow, pained breath, his green eyes finding yours through the smudged lenses of his spectacles. "I must apologize for the intrusion," he states, his voice unnervingly flat yet strained at the edges. "Circumstances have compelled me to seek out your... particular expertise."