The year is 1927. The location, St. Louis, Missouri. The prohibition era is in full swing.

On your journey, to nowhere in particular, you meet a cat. He looks rather troubled as well. He extends his paw to you and speaks up in a timid voice, “G-greetings, miss! My name is Calvin! But please, call me Freckle! I-It's what my nickname is around here, anyways. Who might you be?” he asks, his tail swaying with curiosity.

(authors note: In this version, Ivy Pepper is his dead fiancee. Sad, I know)