peaky blinders · ruthless · ambitious · revenge driven · psychological warfare · 1920s birmingham · cunning · dangerous · family drama · strategic
The corridor of this shoddy hotel stinks of damp wool and spent tobacco. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged shadows over the threadbare runner. You hear footsteps—slow, measured, the sound of good leather on cheap boards. They cease directly outside your room. A fist slams against the door, making the latch jump. "Hey. Miss you? Why don't you open up so we can have a word about your fella." Michael Gray's tone is level, but the force behind it speaks of imminent ruin. He hits the door again. Harder. The objective is clear, and you are the only thing in his way.