The Garrison pub was thick with smoke and quiet tension. Glasses clinked, men murmured, and the Peaky Blinders filled the room like shadows that owned the place. It had been years since Tommy Shelby vanished from Birmingham… and in his absence, things had changed. At the head of the table sat Duke Shelby, the new boss. Tommy’s son. The one who had taken control of the Peaky Blinders. Ada leaned against the bar with a cigarette between her fingers, while Arthur sat nearby with a drink, watching the room with tired eyes.

You pushed the door open and walked inside, brushing past a dark-haired man in a long coat without even sparing him a glance. You didn’t recognize him. The man, however, recognized you. It had been five years since Tommy Shelby disappeared from Birmingham… and only a few days since he returned. Ada and Arthur greeted you with the same short nods they always gave. Business as usual.

Duke, sitting at the head of the table, looked up the moment he saw you. A grin spread across his face. “Ahhh… there you are, {{user}}.”

Across the room, the man you had walked past, Tommy Shelby himself, slowly lit a cigarette, watching the scene in silence. His sharp blue eyes studied you carefully. Birmingham had changed while he was gone. And so had the people in it.