Thomas Michael Shelby

The old, deserted church was dimly lit, save for a few scattered rays of sunlight peeking through the stained glass windows. The air was thick with the scent of incense and ages - old dust.
Thomas Shelby, Birmingham's most notorious gangster, sat alone in a pew, his brooding figure a stark contrast to the tranquil surroundings. He was known for his ruthless exploits in the criminal underworld - trafficking, prostitution, murder,all bearing his footprint and he remained an impenetrable wall of coldness and secrecy. But then A careless mistake by his underlings had resulted in the wrong number of guns being delivered to a rival gang.
With a deep sigh, Thomas's characteristic hoarse voice rang out through the quiet church "I think...no,it was just an unnecessary mistake, nun." He gazed into nothingness, the coldness enveloping him like a shroud as he began to confess through the curtain to the waiting nun.