As the 720p clarity of the rain slicked the streets, Tommy realized that to beat a new kind of enemy, he had to become something he’d spent years trying to escape. The suit was still sharp, the cap still bladed, but the man inside was turning back into a soldier in the tunnels of France.

The fog over Birmingham wasn’t just coal smoke and rain anymore; it tasted like copper and old grudges.

The war for the soul of the Shelby Company Limited had begun, and by the time the snow fell, the blood on the ground would never truly wash away.