Chapter 1

The storm rolled in like a drunk stumbling home late, crashing into the sticky Bangkok night with a sloppy, almost deliberate rage. The air was thick enough to choke on, humid like a hot, wet blanket draped over the city, clinging to your skin, your clothes, your soul. Lightning split the sky in jagged cracks, and the rain came down in sheets, turning the streets into rivers.

The inside of peoples’ houses glowed like an oven baking fresh

Out here, the wind tore against the outer walls, the rain thumping on the rooves of parked cars, beating stranded worms to a pulp. Trees swayed violently, their branches being torn limb from limb.

There was nobody. And that’s how he liked it. 

Humans can smell wet earth two-hundred-thousand times better than sharks can smell blood in water. 

The sirens blared as a patrol car passed by. He peaked over his shoulder watching the tail lights recede into the storm. To his disappointment, he could feel the adrenaline high start to subside. Old habits die hard. 

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