Morning traffic in Bangkok roared like a living, restless beast. Sunlight bounced off the towering glass buildings, and crowds moved past one another like machines set to a daily rhythm. Among them stood Death—his cap pulled low, his dark coat blending into the background.
But inside, he was anything but calm.
His eyes locked onto a 24-story office building—once a tech giant's headquarters. But buried deep in the classified file in his hand was a chilling detail: three floors beneath the surface lay the covert command center of the "Serpent Coiled Heart," Bangkok division.
His hands tightened into fists. A burning storm brewed in his chest—silent, unseen.
> "No one's coming to back me up this time."
"If I slip… I might never see Grandpa or Mell again."
But fear didn't move him. Death had walked through the jaws of death too many times to count.
Three hours later – Khlong Toei District
Rain began to fall, light but steady, soaking the narrow alleys between old buildings. Death stepped into a small, hidden watch repair shop. Behind a wooden desk sat an elderly man, peering through thick glasses.
"Come for the time?" the old man asked without looking up.
Death placed a black RFID card on the table. "I came for the heart's secrets."
The old man froze, as if the words had unlocked a hidden vault. He reached into a concealed drawer and handed over a sealed folder.
"They're moving the operation overseas in seventy-two hours. If you're going to act, it has to be now."
Death gave a silent nod, took the file, and left without another word.
Late night – Abandoned warehouse, Bang Na
The map pointed to this warehouse—used as a holding site for abducted victims before they were trafficked. Death slipped inside the crumbling building. Silence hung thick as death. In the shadows, he saw cages. Inside—people. Some wounded. Some unconscious.
A faint voice broke the stillness. "Please… help…"
He stood still, eyes burning behind his mask.
One by one, he unlocked the cages using a key taken from a guard now lying still in the dark.
"You're safe now… They won't lay a hand on you ever again."
Then the alarm shrieked.
Gunfire exploded from the upper level.
"There! Take him out!"
Death ducked behind a steel pillar, rolling to cover. Swift. Focused. He closed in on the first shooter, driving a blade into his side. A short gasp—then silence.
A bullet grazed his cheek.
He leaped up to the second floor, kicked a rifle from another attacker's hands, and dropped him with a crushing blow to the jaw.
Cries for help echoed in the chaos. Death didn't kill more than he had to—but he never hesitated to stop them.
Before dawn – Rooftop of the organization's HQ
Death crouched behind a billboard, peering through a scope.
There, in the glass room at the top floor, stood Viktor Crane—surrounded by four guards. Pale-skinned. A tailored suit. One eye replaced by something unnatural—an infrared lens, perhaps.
> "You'll need more than brute force to get in there," his grandfather's voice crackled in his earpiece.
"…Planning is the crutch of those afraid to act," Death replied softly.
"You stubborn boy…"
He smirked faintly. "Don't worry… I'm not dying before seeing Mell graduate."
At 4:00 AM, the assault began.
Through the vents, past the cameras, he slipped inside. A smoke bomb. A flashbang.
Then chaos.
He moved like a phantom—striking, disabling, disarming. The conference room became a warzone.
And then… Viktor.
"Death Walker… You've made quite a name for yourself," Viktor chuckled darkly.
"I'm not here for fame. I'm here to end you."
Viktor pulled a knife.
The fight was brutal. Close. Silent except for grunts, gasps, and blood.
Death bled from his temple, but he didn't falter. Rage, silence, and love for his family pushed him forward.
In the end, his blade pierced Viktor's chest—right through the serpent-heart tattoo.
Viktor's last breath came with a raspy laugh.
> "Kill me… but the serpent has many nests…"
Sunrise – Outside Chiang Mai Medical School
Mell stepped through the university gates on her first day. She looked up at the sky, then checked her phone.
A new message had arrived:
> "Sorry I can't be there today. But I'll be back… when you become a doctor."
– From: K
She smiled through her tears and walked on toward her new life.
Cut to a black van driving through Khlong Toei
Inside—Death sat silently, holding a new file.
On the cover: a photo of a short-haired woman, early twenties, burn scars around her neck.
> "Next target: Secret base in Pattaya – The largest human auction hub in Southeast Asia."
He lifted his mask.
> "No one… should ever be treated like merchandise again."
(Next Episode: "The Scars of Pattaya")