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.

”.. Mx. {{user}}, 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?”