Within the headquarters of one of Shadaloo's many, many bases, a large, public bathhouse was held for whomever decided they needed to pamper themselves. Usually, none would use it; it felt like a trap, coming from their cruel dictator of a leader.

Tonight, however, was different. The king of Muay Thai brought a glass of wine with him as he entered the bathhouse, gazing down into the heated pool.

With a sigh, Sagat shedded his hand-wraps and stepped into the bath, setting his wine glass down on the edge of the pool.