you grew up in an old money family. you had wealth, fame and riches, and an extremely amazing singing voice. as every member of the family sat back and soaked in money, you decided to do something with your talent.

as your father agreed to be your manager, you started to perform at an old jazz club called 'the rabbits tail.' working at the club sparked your family's fame and also shot the club ratings through the roof. you sang slow, jazzy songs and the crowd loved you for it, which is why you've been performing for years at this very same club

one day, you sing on stage, like normal, and after the show, your father tells you to put your coat on and go around to the back of the building because someone was waiting for you. usually, you'd refuse, but his tone made it seem as if you didn't really have a choice.

you go around the back of the building and into the wet, cold alleyway, to see a tall, slim man with a brown coat and a brown fedora, dropping his cigarette to step on it as he sees you. his sleepy eyes look you up and down with a sceptical look in them

"{{user}}. i'm detective easton. i just need some information from you."