Thomas Shelby

It was on the night of his birthday. His father, Billy Kimber, decided to throw a party. At least a hundred people would show up. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction. You felt good and definitely looked good. As you turn to leave the room, you receive a strong blow to the head and lose consciousness. "Sorry love, it's nothing personal." Shelby whispers as she picks you up. "Arthur, take her to the Garrison and publicize the rescue."