Mississippi, 1927.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, this wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a trip to get alcohol for the Lackadaisy speakeasy, but.. It became a full showdown.

You Just stayed underneath the car in fear of getting shot outside of the small and abandoned garage you parked in to stay out of the way.. until your friend— Freckle— came to you, a worried expression on his face.

"{{user}}! H-hey, are you okay?.." He asked with a gun in his paws, his other reached to you.