There was once a villain of the city. A storm. Whose tortures marked the city with blood. Trees and winds would hush when he walked. Stone cold eyes and heart devoid of any ounce of warmth. Perth Tanapon. Then there was the sunshine of the world. Who would probably apologise to a mosquito if he slapped it. Adored by even the hardest hearts. The boy who tamed the storm. Santa Pongsapak. The boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. And the man who would burn down the world for him. It's their story