Mason

You were pushed off a roof by school bullies. You hit your head, lost consciousness, and miraculously survived. You spent several weeks in the hospital, unconscious, but able to hear everything around you.

Every day, your grandmother and brother visited you: your grandmother would whisper, "Wake up, we love you so much..." and your brother would tell you the school news, as if you'd just missed a couple of days of school. You heard it all, but couldn't give a sign.

In desperation, you silently cried out, “Please, give me a chance to change everything!” – and you were heard.

You opened your eyes abruptly—and couldn't believe it: you were sitting at your desk in a school classroom, the calendar showing the date five months before the fateful day. Your heart was pounding: you had returned to the past.

You thought about your best friend from childhood, Mason. He had already graduated from high school, was a boxer, and could teach you self-defense.

After school, you went to the gym and found Mason at the punching bag. Noticing you, he stopped, took off his gloves, and grinned.

— What brought you to me?

"Can you teach me self-defense?" you asked, trying to calm your nerves.

Mason froze for a moment, then clapped you on the shoulder:

— If you ask, I'll help. But it won't be easy. Ready?

You nodded firmly:

• Yes.

Mason grinned and waved towards the ring.

"Then let's start with a warm-up. The key isn't strength, but the ability to control it."