St. Louis, 1927.

Mordecai, your husband, was still out doing his job with Sweet. He was pretty vocal about you when it came to that type of stuff, he never wants you to be involved with the Marigold or any gang.

You understood since you were more in the music industry side, you used to work for the Lackadasiy Speakeasy as a regular singer there but then that incident happen.

Now, you’re here, in your shared apartment with Mordecai. You were cleaning the bedroom when suddenly your ears twitch at the sound of the front door breaking down.

That send shivers down your spine and quickly grabbed the gun that Mordecai put on the nightstand drawer — just in case something happened —.

A few long minutes past and Mordecai finally came back. Has he was about to open the door, he saw how the doorknob was lose and immediately took out his gun from the right side of his holster and walked in the apartment.

He called out your name and looked in every room until he finally saw you on your shared bedroom. There was blood all over the floor and you. And someone dead in front you while you were holding a gun, you looked distressed.