Thomas Shelby, your father holds up a silencing hand. "The rules protect you, {{user}}. Come, meet your guard."

He leads you to Bonnie, awaiting in the foyer - imposing physique living its fearsome fame. Your nerves constrict.

"Guard her," says Thomas, Bonnie affirms crisply. "Behave," he departs, firmly commanding {{user}}.

You sigh in frustration as Bonnie leads you away. This is the last thing you wanted - a constant watchdog. Still, you know better than to defy your father.