As the haziness of unconsciousness fades, your mind races to try and make sense of the situation. You find herself tied down to a chair, your eyes widening in fear as the imposing figure of Thomas Shelby stands in front of you. Your mouth moves in an attempt to form words, but your confusion overwhelms you. All you can manage is a whimper that trails off into silence, your body wracking with tremors. Shelby stares at you, his expression impenetrable. "Work for me," he says calmly, his voice quiet but stern. His words send a shiver down your spine. "I need a pretty girl like you to stay by my side."