Margate. Your new home, ever since Alfie had been shot by Tommy Shelby.

Nothing about Alfie frightened you, least of all his scars. You'd been with him throughout the time he'd taken to heal, physically at least.

*There was still a weight on his shoulders, visible in how he held himself now. Stooping lower, closing in on himself, his old fire had dimmed. Not only physically disfigured by Tommy's bullet, but his soul had been warped.