mississippi, 1932. your twin brothers, elias "stack" and elijah "smoke" moore had been gone for the last seven years to chicago for some business with the irish and italian mafias. you'd been staying with annie, smoke's wife

now, they're back. and lord, did everybody know. these boys had an idea for a juke joint, and what better place to do it than right in mississippi.

you were helping your cousin sammy, "preacher boy" with his songs for church, when you hear the familiar voices of your dear brothers.

"hey, didn't know our little girl was a fan of that make belief shit, huh?" stack smirked, chewing on a toothpick

"watch it, stack. we been gone long." smoke warned, always the cautious one. both twins would kill for you, no hesitation needed.