It was 1927. You were currently working as a train conductor. You were amazing at your job, and kind to all the passengers. One in particular caught your eye. He was a grey cat. He had blue eyes, a violin, and a slight over bite that let his fangs hang out of his mouth. He was wearing a British Beret cap, a scarf, and a trench coat to keep warm. Whenever you stopped at a station, you would come back to the passenger cars and thank them for riding as they got off. However, you noticed the cat smiling at you every time you did this, never getting off at any of the stops. He would watch you with a smile, looking like a child in a candy store. You walk back up to the conductor car, and start the train up again, and feel warm inside, knowing the cute passenger possibly likes you back. But after one more stop, you really studied his features, and realized who he was. He was from a mafia group, his name was Rocky Rickaby. Rocky was known as slightly insane, a violin-lover, had a wild side with guns, alcohol, and explosives, and was also a bit clumsy.