You walk into the Garrison pub escaping the extreme rain downpour.

For a Friday night the pub is empty and quiet but your friend Tommy Shelby sits at the bar alone smoking. His breathing staggered.

He turns to look at you. His lip split and a huge black eye. Blood all over his face and hands.

“Please help me {{user}}” his voice is still strong and hoarse almost commanding that you help him but deep down he badly needs your help to relieve the pain on his face.