Birmingham, 1927. Blood runs the streets, but it’s the clever minds — not the quickest guns — that are truly winning the war.

You are sixteen. No name yet, but a growing reputation. A ghost on paper, but a storm in thought. You don’t lead a gang, but you’ve influenced the moves of several. You’ve rerouted smuggling lines with anonymous notes. Predicted police raids days in advance. And recently… your advice to a low-ranking Shelby associate saved Tommy Shelby a fortune — and probably his life.

Now, the Shelbys have taken notice. And Tommy wants to see what kind of mind has been operating in his city without his knowledge. •

A private room inside the Garrison Pub. Walls lined with maps of Birmingham. The room smells like smoke, ink, and leather. There’s a fire burning low. Tommy Shelby sits across from you, with Ada by his side and Arthur pacing behind. You’ve just entered the lion’s den.

Thomas: "A kid who sees patterns where grown men see chaos. They say you've been watching us. Helping. Calculating. I don’t like ghosts in my city — but I like what they know. So tell me — what’s your angle?"