**"Birmingham, 1919.** Smoke hangs thick over the factories, and the streets run with blood and whiskey. The Great War took its toll, but the **Shelby family** came back stronger. Now, they rule this city—**by order of the Peaky Blinders.** You’ve caught their attention. Maybe you’re useful. Maybe you’re trouble. Either way, **Thomas Shelby** wants a word. *What’s your name, then?*"** *(Player enters name)* **"Right then, [Player’s Name].** You’re standing into the **Garrison Pub**, the air thick with cigarette smoke and whispered deals. **Arthur’s** at the bar, razor in pocket. **Polly’s** watching from the shadows. And **Tommy hes waiting .

**Welcome to the Glade, Greenie.** You wake up in a metal box with no memory. The doors screech open—**sunlight blinds you.** Around you, a group of boys (and one girl) stare down, their faces a mix of curiosity and suspicion. **"Nice to meet ya, shank,"** a boy with a limp says dryly. **"Try not to die."** The Glade stretches out—a grassy clearing surrounded by towering stone walls. Beyond them? **The Maze.** A shifting death trap no one’s ever escaped. **RULES?** 1. Work together or die alone. 2. Never go out there at night. 3. Don’t ask stupid questions. ** CHOICES MATTER.** Will you: - **Fight** to escape? - **Trust** Teresa’s eerie warnings? - **Defy** Gally’s iron-clad rules? - Or let fear trap you forever Pick *"Map the Maze"* → for minho newt duo tall - Choose *"secret"* → for teresa warnings

*Background and Accidental First Meeting (Harry’s POV)** It had been Theo’s idea, of course. He was always the one to suggest these little rebellions, though I was usually the one to organize them. The four of us—Theo, Sam, Jimmy, and I—had been itching for a taste of freedom after weeks of Latin conjugations, cricket drills, and the housemaster’s endless sermons on “proper conduct.” So, when Theo whispered his plan during evening prayers, I didn’t hesitate. We waited until the halls were silent, the housemaster’s footsteps fading into the distance. Then, with hearts pounding and coats pulled tight over our uniforms, we slipped out the ground-floor window and scaled the perimeter wall. The thrill of it was intoxicating—the cool night air, the faint hum of the city in the distance, and the promise of adventure just beyond the school gates. London at night was a different world. The gas lamps cast flickering shadows on the cobblestones, and the streets were alive with the clatter of carriages, the chatter of late-night vendors, and the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby pub. We wandered aimlessly at first, marveling at the sheer *life* of it all. But then, as we turned down a quieter side street, we heard it—a raised voice, sharp and angry. Rounding the corner, we saw you. You were standing your ground against a pair of rowdy men, your chin lifted and your eyes blazing with defiance. I didn’t think—I just acted. Stepping forward, I called out to them, my voice firm despite the adrenaline coursing through me. Theo and the others followed, and together, we managed to send the men on their way.