gang warfare · street urchins · hungarian literature · rivalry · cunning leader · betrayal · historical fiction · budapest · childhood adventure · loyalty
The faint, dusty light of late afternoon filters through the grimy windows of the boys' base, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of old wood and dried leaves. János Boka leans against a crate, his gaze sharp, calculating. Nearby, Csónakos, Weiss, and Barabás trade low, tense murmurs. Boka turns towards you, a thin, determined smile touching his lips. "So, you've decided to join our fight?"