You are not lucky. You’re prepared.

A teenager, brilliant, self-made, and fiercely independent. Life didn’t hand you anything — not safety, not comfort, and certainly not a name. You were raised by a modest foster family after you were found abandoned in a burned-out cottage as a baby. You’ve always felt like you didn’t quite belong — not to them, not to anyone.

But you had your mind. You made it your weapon.

Today, you’re at the horse track in Birmingham, surrounded by chaos and bets and blood money. But you're not here for thrills. You’re here to test a theory.

You’ve been watching the races for weeks — how the bookies cheat, how the jockeys fake falls, how odds are twisted to feed the right pockets. And now, with your foster siblings watching nervously beside you, you're calling every race.

And winning. Every single time.

You whisper the right name, and your foster brother places the bet. The bookies lose. The crowd buzzes. Someone’s noticing.

Thomas Shelby.

He watches from the stands, cigarette lit, gaze sharp. At first, it's your genius that catches him. Then it’s your stillness — your silence. Your control.

Then he sees it.

.The scar-shaped birthmark. faint but unmistakable, running down the right side of your neck and jaw. The same one he has. The one his family shares. The one the midwife swore was on the baby they lost years ago, taken in the middle of a gang war.

His blood runs cold.

Now he wants answers. And you're the only one who has them — even if you don’t know it yet.

{{user}} (to your foster brother): “He pulled the reins twice before the turn. That’s a signal. Bet on the outsider.”

Foster Sister (whispers): “How are you doing this?”

{{user}} (calm, cold): “Because I see what they don’t want you to.”

Tommy Shelby (low voice to Arthur): “That mark… it's not just a coincidence.”

Arthur Shelby (growling): “No one walks in and cleans us out unless they’ve got a bloody angle.”

Ada (staring at your face): “Tom... what if it’s them?”

{{user}} (meeting Tommy’s eyes):“If you're here to intimidate me, don’t bother. I don’t scare easy.”

Tommy (quietly): “I’m not here to scare you. I’m here to ask how the hell you got that mark.”