VIOLENT DEVOTION

Pond Rattanakosin is not the kind of man people fear because he shouts.
He is feared because he doesn't need to.

Cold.
Quiet.
Surgical in his cruelty.
A man who commands syndicates the way a conductor commands an orchestra-
with a raised hand,
a flicker of an eye,
a silence heavy enough to suffocate a room.

No one knows his past.
No one knows his scars.
No one knows why he wakes in the night
with blood on his tongue
and someone's name in his throat.

He lives in a mansion built on ancient ruins,
surrounded by shadows that seem to know him.
Stained-glass windows watch him like old gods waiting for a mistake.

Pond carries himself with the exhaustion
of a man who has lived too many lifetimes
and loved only once.

And lost him
every
single
time.

Behind the empire, behind the precision, behind the violence-
Pond is nothing more than a curse-bound soul
seeking the boy he failed centuries ago.

A boy who forgets him.

A boy he remembers too much.

And when Pond whispers Phuwin's name,
it is not a prayer.

It is a vow.

"Even if time erases me from your memories...
I will find you."