Arthit can barely feel anything, even though he is conscious.
Where is he? Why can't he move his body?
Several voices floated thru the air but none of them familiar.
"Loss of blood. That's it."
"Good thing he was stopped before he kills this Nong."
"Not his fault!"
"He should have been on the Sanctuary!"
"Why did Yiwha let him leave?!"
And so on.
He tried to answer the last question. It was not Yiwha's fault for whatever had happened to him. Wait... what did happened to him?
"Wha...? Wha...?"
Warm hands enclosed onto Arthit's. The former head hazer tried to open his eyes to see who it was yet all he can see is a silhouette of a man wearing a pair of glasses. He was someone familiar yet the drugs in my system is clouding my mind.
"It will be alright N'Arthit. Just sleep." the voice floated like a lullaby "You're just a bit anemic so just let the drugs do their work and sleep."
And so he did.
The next time Arthit opened his eyes...
He found out that this is not a chapter. You have just been a victim of an April Fools prank. 💜
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FanfictionEnjoy the ride with Arthit as he delves into the dangerous world of the underground mafia... and possibly something more. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. BitterSweet is the master behind our Kong and A'Ioon, Chiffon_Cake for baby Wayo, Ming...
