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.. a bit rude.

”.. Mister Sweet would like for you to Join him, and begin rivalry with the club of.. Lackadasiy, was it?”