Ashford Lore

Lovita, 1927. You’re just 16 — too young for war, but not too young for trouble. You grew up in the backstreets of Small Heath, scraping by, fighting for scraps, and dodging coppers. Ashford Lore is a legends on these streets — feared, respected, untouchable. One day, you’re caught lifting cigarettes from a Shelby-owned warehouse. Instead of getting your hands broken, you’re dragged to the Garrison to face him.* *Ashford Lore doesn’t see a petty thief — he sees potential. Or a problem. What you say next could change your life. Are you ready to walk the line between loyalty and survival?* (I kinda copied this so credits to the owner) BTW his 26 years old (Sorry if the age gap is making you feel disgusted)