The devil inside me (lackadaisy X My OC)

In the ashes of ruin

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As the main character, Max, gazes out into the evening sun, his silhouette draped in a black coat, a weapon at the ready in his hand, he sits within a train car laden with spices. The clock in his pocket reads 5 o'clock, and as he peers to the side, the rhythmic hum of a 1920s locomotive fills the air, thick smoke swirling around, embracing the world.

On the horizon, the city of St. Louis emerges, and Max, with pen in hand, opens his dusty diary once again in 1927. Confessions of sins and acknowledgments of the past spill onto the pages. Amidst the revelations, he yearns to reunite with old friends. With a glance at a dust-covered photograph, memories of the war and destruction of that fateful year flood back. The image captures Max alongside his first comrade, a tiger adorned in a suit and top hat, a cane by his side. Both young and full of life, the caption reads, "1920, the last meeting. Atlas may, my friend and my foes."

As Max delves into the faded photograph, the echoes of the past resurface — a reunion with old comrades, encounters with both friends and foes, and the bittersweet remembrance of a time when they were all soldiers. In the sepia-toned tableau, Max and the tiger stand side by side, emblematic of a bygone era, encapsulating the essence of a tumultuous 1920.

As the distant sound of the approaching train hinted at the station's proximity, Max swiftly leaped into the vast sea of swaying grass and wildflowers. The jump was not just a choice but a necessity, for Max, a clandestine passenger, found himself tumbling from the moving train, accompanied by the thud of his suitcase.

Cursing under his breath in German, he retrieved his fallen luggage and muttered, "Cursed be the damned luck." Brushing off the incident, Max set out towards the city, the charm of a white cat in a black trench coat and a white fedora turning heads as he navigated through the sprawling fields. The occasional muddy patch did little to dull the allure of this feline figure.

The white cat's presence captivated the city, especially the women who couldn't help but be drawn to the enigmatic charm he exuded. With every step, his silhouette, adorned in a sleek trench coat, stood out against the urban backdrop. The white fedora perched atop his head added an air of mystery, making him a figure of intrigue amid the city's hustle and bustle.

In the midst of the mud and the allure of the white cat, Max moved forward, his journey into the city unfolding with an air of both mystique and unexpected charm.

From a distance, Max spotted a quaint little cafe named "Little Daisy Cafe." Retrieving an old photo from his trench coat, he couldn't help but smile; this was his destination. With purpose in his stride, he entered the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeting him.

"An espresso and a stack of pancakes, please," he calmly ordered, taking a seat and letting the rain-soaked coat hang on the back of his chair. As he settled in, he carefully removed his white fedora, placing it alongside the coat. The contrast of the black trench coat and the white accessories spoke volumes, hinting at a mysterious persona.

As the espresso arrived, Max savored the rich aroma, reminiscing about the past through the lens of the old photograph. The little cafe, with its cozy ambiance, became a sanctuary for reflection, where memories intertwined with the aroma of coffee and the warmth of freshly made pancakes.

Max, immersed in his coffee and memories, was interrupted by a grey-furred female cat with piercing yellow eyes and neatly arranged black hair – a youthful bob that hinted at her teenage years.