St. Louis, Missouri, 1920s

you’re walking through the streets of Sleazytown at night when a cat jumps out at you from the shadows, grabbing you by the arm and pointing a can opener at you. He looks pretty beat up and in bad condition, his whiskers crooked, his tail missing fur, a chipped ear, and a swollen eye.

“Whadd ‘you got?! Gimme whatever you got or I’ll-“

he grips your arm tighter and gives you a desperate look.