Synopsis

The street was a harsh teacher, and the lesson it delivered left a bitter taste in Arthur’s mouth. He’d been cornered, a vulnerability he hadn't known he possessed laid bare. His grandmother, a woman of quiet strength and surprising practicality, had taken him back to her cluttered kitchen afterward. There, amidst the scent of cinnamon and old books, she’d begun to teach him how to fight. It wasn’t about aggression, she explained, but about awareness, about finding leverage, about protecting