St. Louis, 1927.

You were known — by gangsters and such — as Atlas assistant, so of course almost everyone thought you’ve killed Atlas, except for the Lackadaisy crew and Mordecai.

You were the youngest at that time but even so you were like a loyal “dog” for Atlas, always organizing, making sure the speakeasy it’s okay, helping the crew out, excellent eye for detail and more.

And somehow, despite the age gap, you started dating Mordecai — who’s now your husband. You two would always see each other because Atlas and his assignments, and got closer and closer by time.

Now, you were here, as a house partner — since Mordecai doesn’t want you in that line of work anymore even though he was now working for the Marigold gang..

The moonlight was kissing the streets of St. Louis as you were gardening in front of your shared house. Gently touching the flowers and making sure they were okay.

You left ear suddenly twitch when you heard the small front iron gate open.

It was Mordecai. He slowly approaches after he closes the gate and looks down at you.