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Saint’s steps faltered as he stood in front of Bangkok’s towering police station. He glanced up at the imposing building, its sleek architecture a far cry from the modest station in his small town. His legs felt like steel, rooted to the spot as uncertainty clawed at him.
He still couldn’t quite believe it.
Just days ago, he had been living a quiet life, serving as a normal investigator in Chiang Kham, his hometown. Everything had been routine— until it wasn’t. The abrupt announcement from his team leader, Sung, replayed in his mind.
“After your impressive work catching that psycho who was harassing children,” Sung had said, “the higher-ups have noticed your talent. They’ve decided to transfer you to Bangkok.You really did it this time, Saint!”
At the time, the news had felt surreal, like a dream too big for someone like him.
And now, here he was, staring at the massive station that would mark a new chapter in his life. It felt intimidating and exhilarating all at once. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before finally stepping forward, the weight of this fresh start pressing on his shoulders.
It was utter chaos.
The station was crowded to the brim. A commotion of voices layered over the constant clatter of keyboards and ringing phones. Police officers rushed in every direction, their faces tense with purpose. In one corner, a suspect banged his fists against the table during a heated interrogation, while in another, a stack of papers toppled to the ground, ignored by the officer too preoccupied with a call.
It felt surreal, almost cinematic, like a scene ripped straight from an action movie.
What the hell?
Saint lingered near the entrance, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. His gaze swept across the crowded room, searching for something, or someone, that would give him direction.
Then he spotted it. A bold sign mounted on the far wall: Investigation Department.
It pulled his attention like a magnet, cutting through the haze of noise and movement around him. His heart thumped with a mix of anxiety and determination as he squared his shoulders and began weaving his way through the chaos toward it.
The place felt much quieter compared to the chaos outside. It was calm, with only a few whispers from people chatting. The area was split into four sections, each labeled with a letter.
This must be where each team is located , Saint thought, marveling at the sleek, organized layout. His hometown station seemed like a distant relic in comparison to this polished hub of activity.
“Hey there.”
The voice broke his thoughts, and he turned to see a tall man approaching. His sharp eyes scrutinized Saint with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Saint felt a flicker of unease but quickly composed himself, clasping his hands in greeting. “Hello, sir. I’m Saint. I was transferred here from Chiang Kham.”
The man's expression changed as he recognized him, and he smiled warmly.
“Oh, Chiang Kham! You’re the one who saved 14 kids from that crazy motherfucker, right?”
Saint smiled awkwardly, not used to the attention. “Yes, that’s me.”
The man placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m Top. I’m with Team A. Great to meet you, Saint!”
Saint took a moment to size up Top. He was exceptionally tall, even compared to Saint. His hair was neatly styled, and he wore a casual blue t-shirt and jeans.
“Come on, let’s get you to the head of the department,” Top offered, leading Saint to a door in a corner.
They arrived at an office where an older man with gray-streaked hair adjusted his glasses as he looked up.
“Oh! I believe you are Saint. I’m Pakorn Thaveepat, the head of the Investigation Department, but you can call me Pong.” Mr. Pong extended his hand for a shake.
“We’re really pleased to have you on our investigation team to help save people and catch criminals. Your brave actions in Chiang Kham have been widely talked about in our station. Very impressive!”
Saint murmured a polite thank-you, feeling both flattered and overwhelmed by the attention. Shaking Mr. Pong’s hand respectfully.
Pong gestured for Saint to follow him to one of the sections labeled “B.” At a gray, rectangular table sat four men, their conversation halting the moment Saint approached.
“Alright,” Mr. Pong said, breaking the silence, “let me introduce you to Team B.”
“This is Cable, our tech expert in the department,” Mr. Jeng said, pointing to a man focused on his phone, who didn’t bother to introduce himself.
“Next is Knot. He can be a bit too outgoing, but his strength is impressive.” Saint noticed Knot smiling and waving at him.
“And these two are Chadjen and Ken. They are great thinkers and observers, and they’ve solved many cases in our department.”
Saint’s gaze swept across the table, unease growing with each introduction. Despite their calm demeanor, something about their sharp eyes made him feel slightly out of place.
“And finally,” Mr. Pong said, pausing for emphasis, “the team leader.”
The door clicked open at that exact moment, the sound reverberating through the quiet space.
“Here he is,”
Footsteps approached steadily, each step hammering against Saint’s chest like a drum. He turned toward the sound, his breath catching as the figure entered the room.
“The team leader, Shin Naruebet.”
Saint froze, his world grinding to a halt.
That name. It couldn’t be.
But as the man came into view, any doubt evaporated.
“Saint?”