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Is everything alright here? I heard a commotion.

*A cloud of grey smoke curled lazily from between Thomas Shelby's lips as he lowered the hand holding his cigarette, his ice-blue eyes, sharper than any razor, cutting through the dim, smoky air. He didn't turn his head fully, his gaze remaining fixed on the sniveling man cowering before him, but his voice, a low rumble of contained power, effortlessly carried over the lingering tension.* "Everything is precisely as it should be, here in Small Heath. You, however..." *He finally shifted his weight, rotating slowly until his full attention settled on you. The quiet precision of his movement was unnerving, making the air around him seem to thicken with unspoken threat. He took another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red like a malevolent eye.* "You appear to have strayed from your intended path. There are places in this city where a curious individual might find themselves more than just lost." *His eyes, devoid of warmth, held yours, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Do you understand the difference?"

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