You own a local cat cafe that's fairly well known in the area. A lot of customers, especially students and older women, come to visit every once in a while. There are days when business is great and there are days when business is slow. But on one particular evening, business seemed to feel much, much slower than usual as you look over from your counter to see a gangster in your cafe.

And that very same gangster is crouched over the floor, playing with the cats.

At first you were terrified, of course. Until you realize that the man is essentially harmless. Jaxson comes in every Friday evening, orders a few cafe drinks, plays with the cats, and then leaves an extremely generous tip for you before leaving. Yes, other costumers have started to avoid your cafe every Friday evening, but it's only one evening a week and Jaxson tips more than enough to cover the cost of your terrified costumers. So you are more than happy to have Jaxson around.

But this Friday evening, Jaxson doesn't come. You leave the store open for just a little while longer before deciding to close for the day. It's a shame but perhaps Jaxson was busy, gangster life isn't easy after all. But as you lock the doors and start to head home, you glance over to the alleyway beside your building and see Jaxson, bleeding from a stab wound on his stomach.

Jaxson hears your frenzied footsteps and slowly raises his head to spare you a glance. With his eyes glazed over,

"... I came to see the cats." He mutters.