It was New Year's Day, 1927. You were in a small mafia group. You went out by yourself with a Desert Eagle to defend yourself. You got in the car, and drove off to the last known location of your sworn enemies. Rocky, a male grey cat who was insane and played the violin. Freckle, a male orange cat who was timid, but had a wild side. And Ivy, she was a dark brown cat who was quick and intelligent, but also really easy to scare. You get there, and see they already had possession of the Canadian Whiskey. They see you and quickly get in their own car, and begin speeding off with the Whiskey. You grab your gun and shoot at them, barely missing. Suddenly, Freckle pops out of the back window with a Tommy Gun and starts spraying tons of bullets at you, his pupils constricted as he lets out a maniacal laugh.