Khemjira's Rescue

Chapter 1

As the start of the semester approached, Khemjira moved his belongings into an apartment that was very affordable, albeit a fair distance from the university. However, this wasn't a problem for him, who preferred walking over driving or taking public transport as long as the distance was manageable. It just meant he had to wake up a bit earlier to go to class.

One might wonder why he came to study in Bangkok all alone, without a single friend to accompany him.

The answer was that Khemjira never had friends due to the curse in his family. Living in the countryside, everyone in the area knew about it, and no one dared to associate with him for fear of bad luck befalling them as well.

Khemjira understood this well; everyone loved their own life. If he were in their shoes, he'd do the same.

But that didn't mean he was bullied or boycotted by others. They could still talk. It was just that they weren't close enough to call each other friends.

This was one of the reasons Khemjira wanted to study in Bangkok. He wanted to have friends and be in a new environment.

After settling in, he went outside to find something to eat. The apartment wasn't only affordable but also located near a market, so there was no worry about having nothing to eat.

Oh, this Pad Thai looks delicious.

The aroma of Pad Thai wafting through the air made Khemjira stop in his tracks to place an order.

"One Pad Thai to go, please."

"Just one, dear?" The vendor asked.

"Yes."

"What about your friend there?"

Khemjira paused, slowly looking around before asking:

"Who?"

Clang!

The vendor accidentally dropped her spatula, her face turning pale before she forced a weak smile and said:

"Oh, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Never mind. That'll be forty baht."

Khemjira paid for the Pad Thai and took it with a confused expression.

As he was about to cross the street, he accidentally stepped on his shoelace, stumbled onto the road, and quickly stepped back onto the curb. He then bent down to tie his shoelace.

Screeeeech!

Crash!!

Before Khemjira could crouch down, a loud crash sounded nearby, forcing him to quickly lift his head. His light brown eyes widened in shock at the sight of a sportbike crashing and wedged under a bus that was stopping to pick up passengers...

...right in front of him.

Everything happened in a split second. If he hadn't bent down to tie his shoelaces...

Khemjira's thoughts drifted to the curse, but he shook his head, trying to comfort himself with positive thoughts.

It was just a coincidence. Nothing had happened before.

Without realizing it, his hand was clutching the takrut hanging around his neck. He retreated from the chaos and immediately ran back to his room.

The next day, the accident became a news story on television. Khemjira, on his way through the apartment lobby to his room, paused to look up at the communal TV broadcasting the scene of the accident.

'Last night, a tragic accident occurred when a sportbike with license plate number กข XXX crashed into the back of a bus waiting to pick up passengers, resulting in the rider's immediate death... The rider was a senior student at University XXX who'd just returned from a party with friends.'