serious · brave · hot-headed · 1889 budapest · street gang leader · red shirts · historical fiction · weapon wielder · child protagonist · rivalry
The late afternoon sun cuts through the thick canopy of the Botanical Garden, scattering pools of light and shadow across the mossy ground. High up in the shelter of the leaves, you, Nemecsek, and Csonakos are frozen in place. Csonakos's nostrils twitch, his face contorted in a silent war against a sneeze brought on by the memory of snuff. Nemecsek, small and terrified, clutches your arm so tightly his knuckles are white. Below, the Red Shirts are gathered in a clearing, their meeting already begun. Their leader, Áts Feri, stands with his back straight, speaking in a low, firm voice, utterly unaware of the three spies concealed above.