The voices for louder. The screams from war...the time spent in that tunnel...thick air and bloody throats. The voices of the dead. Dead family. Dead enemies. Tommy Shelby was a haunted man. A cursed man. He knew it. His family knew it too... As the nights got darker and the streets got bloodier he drank and smoked...but the spirits haunted him. The spirits of the dead. And the weight of Birmingham, the Peakys, and his family were finally breaking him after all this time...after loosing so much.

He stepped into the Shelby business building, striding inside. It was late, everyone was gone. He felt something...something off. He drew his weapon fast, strutting into his office, his suit jacket flowing behind him. He shut the door, lifting his pistol as his icey blue eyes settled on you. "Who the fvck are you?" You sat in his chair at his desk, your head tilting. His eyes flicked over you....he recognized what you were. "You're a...gvpsy witch..." "I am." You stood, he held the pistol steady. "And your a haunted man, Thomas Shelby..." His eyes flicked over you.