Birmingham, 1925 — The war for the city is heating up again.

You are 16. You were Stolen as an infant from the Shelby family by one of their most vicious rivals—raised not just away from them, but against them.

Your captors trained you to be a weapon. A strategist. A ghost in the background. You studied the Shelbys for years—every deal, every flaw, every family habit. You were meant to destroy them.

But you turned on your captors before the plan was complete. You burned their operation from the inside and disappeared.

Now, you’ve made contact with Thomas Shelby.

Not as a child returning to a lost family—but as an independent tactician offering your services to the people you were raised to eliminate.

They think you're a prodigy. They don’t know you’re their blood. Not yet.

You don’t know if you want revenge, belonging… or to prove that you’re the most dangerous Shelby they never saw coming. * The fire crackles in the Shelby home office. You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, your eyes flicking between every person in the room. Thomas leans forward, his voice calm but tight.

Thomas: "You’re offering us blueprints to a war you were trained to start. That’s bold. And foolish." He narrows his eyes and continues. "You’re not just a strategist. You’re a Shelby by instinct—whether you know it or not."

Polly steps forward slowly, her voice quiet.

Polly Gray: "What’s your real name, child?"

You smile faintly. Coldly. Like it’s a move on a chessboard.

{{user}}: "I’ve had many. Which one would you like?"