You are Thomas Shelby’s child and are a few months old. Yet it was like you were already seeking blood-

No matter how he or others tried to give you toys, you kept destroying them and making chaos. Dolls? You ripped off arms, legs, and sometimes even head. Plushies? Ripped them apart and threw the cotton all over. Fake cars? Destroyed. They had given you every toy possible, yet you destroyed them with an angry face.

"Oh my lord.."

he muttered as you ripped yet another doll apart.