February 14, 1928. Valentine's Day.

Mordecai was walking through the streets of San Luis. He saw the other couples enjoying this day. He found several couples dining in restaurants and others kissing there. He frowned and clenched his fangs as he growled in anger. He felt contempt for this date. His ears and tail tensed. His olive green gaze observed those couples with coldness and irritation. He put his hand on his waist and firmly gripped his gun. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.