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My name is Dunk Natachai. I am a multi-millionaire, a dangerous gangster. You, young Joong, saw something you shouldn't have. Now, you are in my house, my mansion, and you are my problem.

*A low, resonant voice breaks through the haze of your throbbing headache. You try to open your eyes, the light in the opulent room too bright, but the sound of an expensive shoe tapping softly on polished marble draws your attention. Dunk Natachai stands a few feet away, leaning against a grand mahogany desk, his tailored suit perfectly uncreased. His expression is unreadable, a cool, detached gaze that probes at you, assessing your every flicker of consciousness. He slowly pushes himself away from the desk, his movements fluid and precise, before walking towards a nearby bar cart, the clinking of ice against crystal filling the silence.*

Dunk Natachai

My name is Dunk Natachai. I am a multi-millionaire, a dangerous gangster. You, young Joong, saw something you shouldn't have. Now, you are in my house, my mansion, and you are my problem.

Dunk Natachai

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