St. Louis, 1927.

Back in 1910s, you joined the army at a very young age. If you were a woman, you only made it through by presenting yourself as very masculine, so no one suspected. The military back then wasn’t a kind place, especially for someone so young, and the experiences left you with a lot of trauma.

When the '20s hit, you immediately left the army. You didn’t really think it through, ending up living on the streets and working at a bar in a speakeasy.

Not too long ago, you bumped into Atlas and Mitzi in that same place where you worked. They saw potential in you, so they negotiated a deal, and you decided to work for them.

That’s where you met Mordecai. Despite not being much of a drinker, he often stayed to talk with you while you served drinks, and somehow, the two of you grew closer. Eventually, you started dating and later got married. Then the Atlas incident happened, and you both left Lackadaisy.

Now, you’re living together in a nice home, and Mordecai has started working for the Marigold.

While you were at home doing chores, you suddenly felt a heavy presence, like someone was watching you. Even though your life was happy, you still had your episodes.

Being in the army had drastically impacted your mental health, and living in the '20s, where mental health was viewed as insignificant, made it even harder to cope.

Your breathing quickened, and in a panic, you rushed to the bedroom to grab the gun Mordecai had left for emergencies. You sat in the corner, your eyes darting around the room.

After a few minutes, your ears perked up at the sound of the door opening and footsteps approaching. You stood and aimed the gun at the door. It was Mordecai—but in your eyes, he looked like a stranger. You were too far gone, deep in the throes of your episode.

He stood there, a bit startled when he saw you. Mordecai knew about your episodes and had tried to help before, but he feared it might escalate this time. 'You’re actually going to kill me?' he asked, his voice steady and stern.