Chapter 2 - Crimson Tapestry of Hearts

Kimsy led Win up the stairs, each step seemingly laden with a sense of anticipation. Win's gaze wandered inquisitively, taking in his surroundings as he ascended. "By the way, Aunt—oops, sorry, I mean Kimsyyy—why do you live alone here?"Kimsy's voice resonated with a poignant timbre as she responded, her tone steeped in soulful melancholy, "Indeed, solitude has become my companion. Since my husband's departure, this house has transformed into both my sanctuary and my limited universe.""Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Kimsy," Win responded empathetically.Her response to his sympathy was adorned with a subtle smile, and her eyes held a profound well of emotions, "There's no need to worry. We find ourselves here, in the sanctuary of your room."The room that greeted Win exceeded his expectations, unfurling before him in grandeur. A soft hue of light blue seemed to embrace every corner, while the billowing white curtains danced gracefully in response to the wind's gentle caress. A lavish bed, adorned as if it were part of a sublime landscape, lay nestled beside a window, through which the world outside seemed to beckon. It was a perfect haven. Adjacent to the balcony stood an ancient tree, its presence a testament to time's passage. The balcony's open door invited in a fresh breeze, which tenderly embraced Win's entire being. Overwhelmed, he found himself grinning in disbelief, almost pinching himself to confirm its reality.Observing his reaction with an air of surprise, Kimsy inquired, "What are you doinggg, Win? Is something amiss with the room?"With an expression of pure amazement, Win replied, " Kimsy, I find myself somewhat embarrassed by my behavior. But truth be told, I've never stayed in such luxurious quarters before! Are you truly certain that this magnificent room is meant for me?"Gently, Kimsy reassured him, her words imbued with a sense of genuine warmth, "This is no dream, Win. This room is indeed yours. Now, take a moment to refresh yourself, and I shall look forward to seeing you at lunch."Win nodded, his heart brimming with gratitude and wonder. As Win embarked on his solitary exploration of the room, Inspector Somchai's unwavering determination resonated in his mind. This enigmatic case had proven impervious to resolution, slipping through Somchai's grasp and elevating its weight onto the shoulders of Inspector Thai, a dedicated officer. With a mere twenty-nine years etched into his life's tapestry, Thai had already carved a reputation as one of the precinct's most exceptional lawmen. Fuelled by rigorous training and an unyielding passion for community service, he had relocated from Chiang Mai to embark on a fresh chapter within the bustling heart of Bangkok. The echoes of his meticulous study of the case reverberated in Thai's thoughts. "(In a contemplative tone) As I delve deeper into this perplexing puzzle, an unsettling notion takes root—a possibility that the perpetrator might well be a deranged psychopath."Inspector Earth, Thai's inquisitive colleague, voiced a note of skepticism, "Perhaps, but how can you be so unequivocal about designating them a psycho killer?"Inspector Thai's gaze fixated on the death men charts, his pen poised as a conduit for his thoughts. His voice resonated with an unwavering conviction, "Because, should you retrace the steps of this case, from its inception to its current juncture, a singular thread becomes apparent. Men, and men alone, have succumbed to this enigmatic fate. Many of them were members of the gay community or held some connection to it. Take, for instance, the twenty-seventh case, Aran, a youth of twenty, whose affection was cherished by his homosexual friend, Thip. Relationships, both shared and concealed, have woven this intricate tapestry."A flicker of realization danced across Inspector Tin's features, prompting raised eyebrows that mirrored the sentiment. "Indeed, a curious pattern takes shape."Inspector Praew, seized by a sense of intrigue, sought permission to unveil her findings. As Inspector Thai granted a nod, Praew rose from her seat, her personal diary unfurled before her. Her voice carried an undertone of anticipation, "Allow me to share a puzzle piece that raises suspicion. On the fateful Sunday of February 18th, 2018, a chilling accident marred Phet Kasem road at the stroke of 1 am. The victims bore the names Khunpol and Joy, entwined as a couple. Despite relentless endeavors, the true identity of the vehicle responsible remained elusive, cloaked in shadows. Seven months of relentless pursuit ultimately culminated in the closure of this case, only for the curtain to rise on a sinister game of destiny."Inspector Thai's inquiry turned towards the families entwined in this web of mystery. With a hint of frustration, Inspector Praew continued, "Our attempts to penetrate their silence yielded naught. Joy Vichayawannakul's brother remained tight-lipped, seemingly guarding secrets untold. Even Khunpol's wife chose a shroud of silence."A bemused exhalation escaped Inspector Thai, his eyes momentarily rolling skyward, a silent reflection of his exasperation. Yet, in the midst of this shared frustration, a common determination stirred the resolve to delve deeper into the enigma that had ensnared them all.Kimsy and Win found themselves seated across from each other, the table laden with an array of delectable dishes. Win's demeanor carried a trace of unease, his gaze seeking solace in the confines of his plate. Sensing his unease, Kimsy's gentle inquiry floated through the air, a fragile bridge of connection, "How is your lunch, Win?"Win, his throat momentarily betraying him, managed a sound that hovered between a hum and a murmur. Then, with a polite inclination, he responded, "(In a polite manner) To be candid, it feels almost surreal. The generosity you've extended, offering not only this sumptuous feast but also an expansive bedroom at such a modest cost—it's akin to a dream. Your kindness knows no bounds."Kimsy's expression shifted slightly, a subtle glimmer of seriousness tingeing her features. Her response was measured yet imbued with her own brand of warmth, "(With a touch of seriousness) Kindness is a virtue, but one that reserves itself for those who carry the heart of a child. You, Win, seem to embody that essence."Win's lips curved gently, his gratitude echoing in his response, "It is my privilege to partake in such kindness."In this shared moment, laden with unspoken emotions, their connection deepened, the boundaries of unfamiliarity slowly giving way to the potential for understanding and companionship.In the embrace of night, Win found solace at his table, immersed in his study curriculum. Despite a strained parental bond, a profound longing for their presence tugged at his heart. Uncharted distance amplified his ache. He dialed, and his mother answered. "Are you alright?" he softly inquired.A nod, a whispered, ''Hmmm!!!''The call ended, and Win's eyes glistened. An ancient wound resurfaced. Meanwhile, his mother wept in silence, concealing her sobs from Win's slumbering father.Morning light embraced the room as Win readied for college. His gaze snagged on the 1000 bhat; it found refuge in his shirt pocket. Descending, breakfast awaited, yet Kimsy's absence hung heavy. "Kimsy... Kimsy..." echoed, unanswered. He breakfasted alone, then embarked to college.Amid the bustling tapestry of the college's main street, a blind lady's determined steps met the challenge of the road, her sight stolen but her will undaunted. Her outstretched hand, armed with a guiding stick, faltered against the formidable tide of vehicles and the snaking traffic line.Inspector Thai, present for his official duty, had observed her valiant struggle for a prolonged moment. His lips parted in a soft murmur, "There's no one to help her!" He began to turn, ready to continue his path.Yet, in the blink of an eye, a figure materialized by the lady's side, a beacon of compassion amid the urban chaos. A young boy, resolute and unhesitating, took his place beside her, becoming her sight through the labyrinth of honking cars. The boy's hair danced to nature's melody, unaffected by the sun's relentless ardor.Whispering in the breeze, the lady's voice found its way to the boy's ears, her curiosity painting the air, "What's your name, son?""....Win," came the response, a simple syllable imbued with a world of intention.As the echoes of his name mingled with the atmosphere, the lady's benedictions flowed freely, her words carrying a profound weight, "Phracêā xwyphr khuṇ lūkchāy k̄hxng c̄hạn (God bless you, my son)." A cascade of emotion danced across her features, and in that fleeting, poignant moment, Win's grin became a testament to human connection, a bridge forged by compassion in the face of adversity.Inspector Thai's gaze remained ensnared, captivated by Win. A subtle smile played on his lips. A constable's voice beckoned from behind; reluctantly, he shifted his attention. When his eyes sought Win again, both he and the women had vanished, leaving only the imprint of their presence.Amidst the labyrinthine college, Win ventured with trepidation. Towering edifices surrounded him, a bustling tapestry of students engaged in laughter, whispers, and scholarly pursuits. This realm stood worlds apart from his familiar origins. A fleeting smile graced his lips as he crossed the threshold.His inaugural class beckoned, time slipping away. Yet, Win's gaze caught Nib, enveloped in camaraderie with his girlfriend Mew and companions Pit and Jian. Laughter danced, and in that moment, Win found himself a spectator to their joviality. Abruptly, Nib's gaze intersected with Win's, an unspoken connection bridging the space between them. Drawn like magnets, they converged.Win approached, a gesture etched in boldness. Nib's eyes remained locked onto Win's, a silent dialogue. A transaction of 1000 baht passed from hand to pocket, a gesture laden with unspoken implications. Amid this exchange, Pit's voice pierced the air, his ire evident, "Hey, how dare to touch him?"Jian's voice carried a note of authority, "Do you lack the understanding of how to respect your seniors?"Nib's unwavering gaze remained locked onto Win, his tone resolute, "Heyyy, Pit, Jian, let's ease up. And you, whatever your name is, don't entangle yourself. As for the bahts, I've already contributed them, and they won't return to my pocket."Win's response echoed with steadfastness, his conviction etched on his features, "I echo that sentiment. Look me in the eyes—I won't accept it either. And here's a message: think twice before stepping into my taxi again. If your wealth is abundant, invest in a proper car. Can you hear that? Buy yourself a deserving car!"Mew's gaze lingered, her intrigue palpable. Win's eyes met Nib's briefly, a silent exchange of understanding before he continued purposefully towards his class.Curiosity evident, Mew quirked an eyebrow, "Who might this audacious young soul be..."Pit's response was swift, a protective stance for his friend, "This isn't how he should be addressing you!"A hushed astonishment rippled through the onlookers as Win strode forward. None had dared address Nib Vichayaporn so boldly. Nib's gaze remained unyielding. Within the classroom, Professor San introduced Win, urging camaraderie. A chorus of warm greetings, a symphony of "Hi..." enveloped him.Yet, an urgent call gripped him. He wrestled through class, and a silent battle was started. Post-lecture, en route to the restroom, Nib's watchful eyes followed. Jian, perceptive, noted Win's determined steps. "His stride reveals it all. Time for retribution," he smirked, plotting mischief.Nib's response was wordless, a mere shake of his head. Fate intervened as Professor Nan wandered by, sparking a cunning scheme. Mew approached, her tone dripping with respect, "Sawaat-dee-kha, sir, are you aware of the incident unfolding in our college?"Curiosity piqued, Professor Nan inquired, "Pray tell, what has occurred?"With calculated poise, Mew divulged, "Sir, a fellow student is rushing to the restroom with suspicious intent. It's concerning."An indignant tone laced Professor Tine's voice as he chimed in, "Then, I ought to intervene."With resolute steps, the professor approached Win, his command palpable, "Hey, you, boy, halt!"Win obeyed, his posture respectful as he turned, head bowed. "Sawaat-dee-kharup, Prof, What's the matter?" he inquired.Professor Nan's scrutiny was unwavering, an evaluation in progress. Win's confusion surfaced as he sought permission, "Sir, if I may, may I use the restroom first? It's an urgent matter."A suspenseful moment lingered, the stage set for a clash of motives and intentions.Professor Nan's brows knit, contemplating Mew's suggestion. "Perhaps I should inspect his pockets," he mused, beckoning student Malee. Win, perturbed, protested, "Sir, it's a mistake, I swear."Professor Nan's stern rejoinder cut through, "Enough. Cooperate."Time wore on, and Win's resolve wavered against mounting urgency. Malee's search yielded nothing. Amid the charade, the laughter of Mew, Nib, and their clique caught the professor's attention. Realization dawned, and a red-faced professor retreated. Win hurried to the washroom, the ordeal ending.Laughter lingered as Mew turned to Jiann, a playfulness in her voice, "Thirsty, Jiann. Fetch water, would you?"Nib interjected, gaze fixed on Mew, "Jian, please sit. Sweetheart, I'll fetch it."Mew's delight overflowed, "Honey, you're so thoughtful!"He set off for water, only to find all main restrooms sealed. Desperation guided him to a distant facility. Rushing through the backyard, fate collided with Nib, a chaotic tumble. Locked in an unintended embrace, Nib's realization struck like lightning. Disgust etched across his face, he exclaimed, "(Revulsion)...You've soaked me in pee!"Win's exasperation flared, "(Irritated)...Why must you consistently surface in such predicaments?"Nib's voice escalated, "(A bit of a shout)...Damn it, you wretched fool! You're in for it..."Win's gaze met Nib's, his tone mocking, "(Addressing him)...Oh, please. I merely graced..."Nib's eyes blazed with anger, "(With fiery eyes)...You likened me to a toilet."Win's retort dripped with sarcasm, "(Taunting)...Not just akin, but the toilet suits you..."Nib's rage surged, and an abrupt shove sent Win tumbling beside him. The clash continued, Nib's hands pressed, gaining ascendancy, "(With force)... You'll learn your place."Win's exhalation filled the air, "Ahhh, nmnh," their connection unbroken. Moments slipped, and silence held them captive. Nib poised to speak, was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Alert, they rose, searching for escape, until Nib seized Win's hand, retreating to an adjacent restroom."Mew!" her voice echoed, seeking Nib. Desolation painted her face, "(With a sigh)...Nib meant to fetch water here."She departed, and solitude enveloped them. Within the confines of the bathroom, Nib and Win found themselves alone, an unexpected convergence.