POV: Otto Moorland

I skipped afternoon classes and went to the training center instead.

The gym was empty this time of day, just me and the heavy bags hanging from reinforced chains. I changed into workout clothes and approached the nearest bag, my hands wrapped in tape.

I'd never been a fighter. Combat class was my worst subject. While other students sparred with confidence, I always held back, afraid of hurting someone or getting hurt myself.

But standing there in the empty ...