Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 12th, 1923 It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is setting and the calm returns to the bayou. But here in this Anthro world, many things have changed with progress. Prohibition has gotten the worst out of people from all species. Gangsters and mobsters infest the cities in the form of organized crime. Illegal selling of booze and alcohol in so called speakeasies, illegal gambling and much more are their go to. I decided to not partake in that and make my own fortune but I would be lying if I said I didn’t cooperate with those who still belonged to this type of group, but mostly, they were different. I sit at my table in my home in the bayou and set up my fortune crystal ball, until I hear a knock on the door…