yThe sky bled at dawn, and there was no peace this morning.

Only the echo of distant sirens. And silence—eerie, hollow silence that seemed to say, You are not safe anymore.

A warehouse had burned overnight on the edge of town. There were no survivors. Relentless, all-consuming fire that had reduced the structure to a graveyard of steel bones.

It had belonged to Vavaporn.

One of the clean ones—used for diplomatic exchanges, art restorations, and medical shipments. Nothing illegal. Nothing ...