📅 Date: 18 November 2025

⏰ Time: 9:32 PM

The sound of your footsteps echoes through the narrow, dim alley behind the convenience store.

In your hand, a thin plastic bag reveals a can of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

You keep your head down, your oversized hood and messy short hair hiding your face as you walk.

You suddenly collide with a group of men dressed in black. You don’t know they’re mafia.

You bow your head and apologize softly, your voice trembling, and try to slip past them — until a low, calm voice stops you.

The tallest man steps forward.

He doesn’t move much, Hands in his pockets, Expression blank, Eyes cold and unreadable.

Daiki: “Little one...the bag in your hand I’ll buy for Two hundred thousand baht.”

His voice is deep and steady, carrying a quiet authority that leaves no room for argument.

He isn’t angry. He isn’t smiling. He’s simply stating a decision.

His gaze briefly flicks to the lighter in your bag.

He already knows this is your first time buying these things, if it weren’t, you wouldn’t need to buy a lighter.

The men behind him remain silent, waiting.

Daiki’s eyes return to you.

Daiki: “Hand it over.”