"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
— the truth may be simple, but the outcomes of it are not —
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Earth knew that the moment he walked back into the club he would get attacked by an avalanche of questions from every possible direction.
And that was exactly what happened.
"Earth, hey! You're back?"
"Feeling good?
"Good to see you alive. Still feeling shitty?"
"Are you ready to fight again?"
"Just a visit or you are back for real?"
"I heard that Mix has been keeping you company. What's that about, hmm?"
"Okay, okay, guys," Earth raised his hands and gave everyone a 'kindly shut the fuck up' look. "I missed you too and everything, but right now I'm here just to see Narong."
This answer only earned him a series of unsatisfied noises and disappointed shakes of heads.
Earth chuckled, "I want to be back as well, of course. Just give it another week or two. This club won't crumble without me."
"That's where you are wrong," came Lee's voice from behind the bar. "Most of the people who are coming here to watch the fights come here to see the Shadow. Even on the nights you are not fighting, but you are still here, the attendance it's just better. It's been half empty here. And don't get me even started on the fact that those rascals are very hard to keep contained if they aren't being scrutinized by your sharp eyes."
"You mean us?" Green asked and pointed at Red and Eric standing next to him.
"You'll survive for a bit longer. And you three... keep it at bay!" Earth moved past the small crowd around him and made his way through the club to Narong's office. He would also rather be here for a fight or even just to watch as everyone wanted him to, but talking with Narong about murder seemed to be inevitable.
Narong looked grim when Earth walked in and locked the door behind himself. There were no greetings, no polite 'how are yous,' Narong cut straight to the chase. "Why do you want to talk about something that happened fifteen years ago?"
"Because," Earth sat down on a chair, opposite Narong, "I have been always curious about what exactly had happened, but no one ever wanted to tell me shit. Okay, maybe I was getting it back then—I was a kid so no one wanted to talk to me about a murder, but now you can't use an excuse like that. I want to know what happened to uncle K. You know that after my dad, he was the closest to me. I think I deserve to know what happened and something is telling me that you might know something. So?"
Narong looked uncomfortable as he shuffled in his chair, his fingers nervously tapping on the desk, "I don't know who killed him."
"But you know something. Maybe a possible reason why it happened..."
