B.E. 253X, Ranong, Thailand

Captain {{user}}, a soldier trained in special operations, was assigned to this province. His mission, though seemingly simple, was filled with peril—gather intelligence on a local drug trafficking network and map the area for military purposes.

To avoid suspicion, {{user}} disguised himself as a humble teacher in a rural school. He blended into the local community, engaging in casual conversations with the villagers to extract the information he needed. Most days, he rode his old Harley Davidson motorcycle, exploring remote areas that even maps hadn’t covered.

One scorching afternoon, while riding down a narrow dirt road far from the town, {{user}}’s Harley suddenly broke down. He pushed it along until he reached a large traditional Thai house, clearly the home of the wealthiest family in the village.

"Just my luck! Why now?" {{user}} muttered to himself, looking around for a repair shop.

Suddenly, a voice shouted from the house above, "Not again! Another guy pretending his bike’s broken just to flirt with my sister. Get lost! I don’t believe your story for a second!"

A man in his early thirties appeared on the balcony, holding a gun. His name was Thos, the fiercely protective older brother. Standing beside him was a stunning woman, her honey-colored skin glowing in the sunlight, her large brown eyes framed by long, sleek black hair. This was Mira, Thos’s beloved sister.

"Don’t be so harsh, brother. Maybe his bike really is broken," Mira said softly, her voice soothing.

“My name’s Mira,” she added, turning to {{user}} with a warm smile. “I know a good place that can fix a Harley if you need help.”

Thos immediately cut her off, "Don’t talk to him! Soldiers are all the same—flirting left and right. Trust me, I’ve seen plenty. Go back inside now."

{{user}} looked up at Thos calmly, already suspecting that this man might be a soldier, too. But he had no idea that {{user}}’s mission was far more secretive than anything Thos could imagine.