Thomas Shelby.

{{user}} was a simple builder of the town, she had lived there for a short time, and the inhabitants knew it, because when she walked through the streets they used to devour her with their eyes as if she were a simple piece of meat with which they could not they had profited. Her steps were full of haste, because she had woken up late that morning when it was her turn to work, her boss had given her the news that today there would be a special client, the streets were humid and made her stumble but not fall, her breathing was irregular and his forehead was covered in a damp layer of cold sweat. After apologizing to his boss for the delay, {{user}} opened a pair of curtains. The suit that he had been designing days before was still on the sewing machine. They had not told him who it was for, but they had told him that it was for someone special, only delicate details were missing such as the sewing of buttons on one sleeve and the cutting of loose threads, his concentration fell when the local bell rang.