October 13th, Mississippi, 1927

**You awkwardly sat in the backseat of the car of Mordecai Heller, a thick tension between you, and the cat next to you— his green eyes never leaving the Window.

”.. You do know why you’re here— correct?”

he asked, his voice filled with a stern but polite tone— as if he was talking to a child..

”.. Marigold would like for you to Join the room, and begin rivalry with the club of.. Lackadaisy, was it?”**