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Part " 1 "

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Ten years ago

A small house is consumed by fire, one of them screams crying asking the guards to let him go saying that his son and wife are inside the house and men are running right and left to put out the fire. One of them arrives late and loses control of himself and rushes to enter the fire, one of his guards screams

(Khun Pravat)

His guard forcibly took him out of the house noticing that his master was injured and his shoulder and arm were burned but he was not in pain and his eyes were on the burning house as if his soul was burning and his heart was screaming loudly.

The fire was extinguished and the guards took out the two burned bodies from inside the house after they were completely charred and no one could distinguish them anymore, a ten-year-old boy and a thirty-year-old woman.

Pravat stood staring at them without feeling any emotions, looking at the child who was being held by his father and shaking his head in denial and crying. Pravat's mind refused to comprehend the matter.

Warut took Pravat with the man who was originally the bodyguard and left arm of their father and completed the burial ceremony properly. After the funeral was over, Warut returned and noticed that his younger brother did not leave his room until the third day. He heard his screams, so he and his mother were frightened and rushed towards Pravat's room.

His mother entered near him. At first, he screamed, then cried loudly without saying anything. Everyone knows Pravat's love for the son of his father's bodyguard. His eyes shed tears only once that night, and after that, a terrible silence fell on him and his feelings.

The burn on his shoulder healed, and he waited until he reached adulthood and drew a tattoo on his shoulder and arm, a dragon of fire emanating from the middle of his arm and ending up wrapping around itself, forming a ring of fire with the letter ((A)) inside it, and since that time it has become calmer and scarier.

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Ten years later

The young man woke up and stared at the ceiling for a while before sighing and getting out of bed towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out after changing his clothes and combing his hair. He opened the drawer and took out his rings and watch and left his room and went down to the dining room.

Pravat Chanarong is the youngest son of Mr. Siva Chanarong. He has one brother, Warut Chanarong. Pravaat is the one who works instead of his father in terms of illegal business. In addition, he works in his own company. He studied business administration.

He is the one who does all the work of receiving and distributing the goods. He is assisted by his friend and partner, Hugo. Pravaat is a young man, 25 years old. He has dark brown hair, relatively long, and yellow eyes. His face is always angry.

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He steps down the stairs before the eyes of the guards and servants, his hair tied back and a few strands hanging down his forehead, as well as a small tattoo of a fire dragon whose tail starts behind Pravat's ear and goes down to the middle of his neck to wrap around itself in a circle. He walks poised down the corridor, his yellow eyes devoid of emotion, his face calm and expressionless as well, his imposing height.