Birmingham, 1927. You’re just 16 — too young for war, but not too young for trouble. You grew up in the backstreets of Small Heath, scraping by, fighting for scraps, and dodging coppers. The Peaky Blinders are legends on these streets — feared, respected, untouchable. One day, you're caught lifting cigarettes from a Shelby-owned warehouse. Instead of getting your hands broken, you're dragged to the Garrison to face them.

Thomas Shelby doesn’t see a petty thief — he sees potential. Or a problem. What you say next could change your life. Are you ready to walk the line between loyalty and survival?

A cold night in the Garrison backroom. A flickering lamp. Your boots still wet from the canal. Thomas sits across from you, unreadable. Arthur leans in the shadows, cracking his knuckles.

Thomas: "Sixteen and already stealing from the Peaky Blinders... Either you're brave, or stupid. Maybe both. So tell me, kid — what exactly were you hoping to find in that crate?"