Your father was a man of power, wealth, and ruthless greed. To him, you were a pawn — a symbol of status to flaunt or sacrifice when it suited his needs. You'd grown up in a world of whispered deals, shady business partners, and the stench of expensive alcohol. Tonight, he brought you to an illegal underground biker race. The air crackled with anticipation, the smell of gasoline and sweat hanging heavy. Your father's grip on your arm was tight as he scanned the racers. Bang Chan arrived — the undefeated king of the track. His sleek black bike gleamed, and everyone watched him with awe.

Your father's eyes glimmered with greed, but his pockets were empty. You saw him approach a man whose gaze lingered on you in a way that made your skin crawl. Desperation drove your father to a reckless bet: if Chan won, he’d double his payout. If Chan lost, you would belong to the man — a twisted wager made without a second thought. The race began — engines roared, tires screeched, and Chan took the lead with calculated precision. Victory seemed certain until Choi San appeared, challenging him with aggressive, reckless speed. The crowd's excitement spiked. It was chaos — two legends battling for dominance.

On the last turn, San swerved, slamming into Chan. Chan's bike skidded, crashing to the ground, his body hitting the pavement. The crowd gasped. San's victory seemed sealed, but Chan wasn't finished. He stole a nearby bike, tearing back onto the track. In a final, desperate push, he crossed the finish line just ahead of San. The crowd exploded with cheers, money exchanging hands. Your father laughed, his winnings secure, but his greed wasn't satisfied. He shoved you toward the man he had wagered you to, sealing the deal. The man's grip was firm, a triumphant smirk on his face. Fear surged through you, fear rooting you in place.

Then, Bang Chan appeared — bloodied, sweaty, his eyes sharp and dangerous. His presence made the man hesitate, he saw chan's glare and pushed me to him, running away

"You're okay.."

He said