Chapter 11: The Setting Sun

They both gazed at each other, waiting for the riot police to calm down before the hand signals ceased. Even though they wouldn't be harmed, the atmosphere was tense, much like a dog obediently following commands. Military dogs were no different.

Jirachot : Take your dog, Phak. Otherwise, I'll have mine fetch Lily.

"What's that noise?" a neighbor asked.

"Nothing, just fireworks. It's Lily's one-year anniversary," Phak replied.

"Okay..."

Phak : Alright, I'll take my dog first. Stay calm; they might get jittery if you shoot me.

Jirachot: Alright, I'll handle them.

Phak: Don't harm her or them, got it?

Jirachot: Agreed.

Phak slowly led his dogs into the city one by one.

Pen Tha

Pen Dora

Phak blinked something and handed it to Officer Jirachot, the last one.

As soon as it received the signal, it dashed out of the house swiftly.

"Hey!"

The startled police officer

Phak closed the cage and raised his hand quickly, just as he was about to shoot.

"No!!!" Phak twisted his body to dodge the bullet.

"Bang Bang!" Two shots. The police officers didn't hesitate to use the gun butts to stop Phak's resistance.

"Slap!" The gun butt hit the back of Phak's neck before he fell silent.

The police officers prepared ropes to tie Phak's hands and feet securely. "While he's tying the knot of death."

"Kcrack Kcrack!" In rhythm, one second at a time.

"Tum... Tump." Few could hear it unless they had been trained to listen well. Officer Jirachot picked up on that sound. He bent down, ears to the ground, concentrating. Slowly, he followed the sound.

"Hey!" The police officer slapped Phak's face to bring him back to consciousness.

....."Hey."

Police Officer Jirachot: What are you hiding? Is there something underneath?

Phak, still groggy, woke up. He walked towards the gradually louder sound, forcing Officer Jirachot to rely on his senses and skills to locate it.

"Kcrack.... Kcrack."

He followed the sound and discovered a meticulously organized library with multiple shelves taller than himself. He noticed an air vent and the mechanism of a door from the bookshelf on this house's library floor.

"There's something behind this wall," the police officer pulled Phak out.

"Where's the switch to open the door?"

"I don't know. What are you talking about?" Phak replied.

He grabbed the gun barrel and aimed it at Phak again. "Where is it? This is the last time I ask."

"It's on the 4th shelf, in the middle of KAFKA ON THE SHORE by Haruki Murakami," Phak answered.

When he took the book and put it back, it revealed a switch that led to another door with a code lock.

"Give me the code."

Phak...

"Give me the code, or I'll shoot your brain out."

"Okay, okay. Birthday... Damn it, not my own birthday."

"3004..."

300438!!!

Open!!!

He slowly dragged Phak down into the underground room.

"Pung pung."

The scene unfolds in a large hallway with an experimental room containing red crystalline structures in the center. Blood and red flowers are used in the experiments. The room is safely sealed with glass, and behind the experimentation area, there appears to be a prison or possibly an underground cell.

The police officer cautiously walks, his footsteps echoing slowly against the floor. He spots a young man in the cell in front of him, prompting him to turn back and ask Phak, "Who's in there?"

He gazes at the mysterious man in the cell, wearing an all-white suit and appearing pristine but confined to a chair, tightly bound.

"Pung..." A loud sound resonates.

"Hey!" The noise startles the police officer, causing him to take a step back.

...The room falls silent.

"What the hell is this?!" The police officer exclaims.

"Ohh," Phak, still wincing in pain, offers no response.

"What is this room?!" The police officer lashes out, slapping Phak across the face.

"Answer me!" Blood spurts from Phak's face due to the impact of the gun barrel.

"What are you playing at? What are you experimenting with?"

Phak remained silent, and the police officer turned his attention to the red crystals.

"Fup."

"What is this?" He picked up the crystal.

"Heh heh... even the Prime Minister came out to expose the truth. Those bastards did something here to die for," he said, dragging Phak's head.

"Fup."

"Who did you trap?" The police officer turned towards that direction, pointing at the door.

Phak seemed genuinely interested in that room.

"Got it!"

The police officer, with a gesture of checking, approached the door.

"Don't! The person in that room is my younger brother."

The police officer's sword expression contradicted the response from this man.

"No... it's not true."

"Don't believe me? Go in and see for yourself."

"Are you messing with me?"

When he looked closely and saw some information that confused him, he confronted what he saw in front of him.

What he knew was the various plans of Phak and one mysterious figure on the island. It included plans to manipulate Night and Nick to wreak havoc, giving them time to do something in the monsoon. What they were searching for was something valuable from under the mountain, collected after an explosion, along with experiments using human blood.

"Just a bluff."

"My younger brother is sick and needs treatment."

"Not true. You're a murderer and a damn liar."

"Look at that table! There are documents. Fip, fip!"

"Lord Almighty! Damn, what are these files? Why are there only profiles..."

"It's not mine... it's his."

"How the hell did you manage to impersonate him?"

"Just listen."

"Help!" A desperate cry for help echoed from the cell, catching the attention of the police officer.

"You're in there, aren't you?"

"No, sir, you don't understand..."

"Just shut up!"

"Help!" An anonymous man, hunched over on a chair, bound to the table at the center of the cell, pleaded with a hoarse, broken voice, resembling Kas but dripping with despair.

"Lord God!" The police officer didn't hesitate and quickly rushed to help him.

"Okay, I can't unlock it."

"I'll shoot it."

"Pang!"

"Pang, pang!" Three shots to release him. The chain was destroyed, but his condition was fragile, unable to support himself.

The police officer swiftly holstered his gun and went to assist him.

"Fup!"

"Thank you so much, officer."

"Hey, it's nothing. Are you okay?"

"Lord God!" The police officer didn't wait and hurried to help him up.

"Okay, I can't unlock it."

"I'll shoot it."

"Pang!"

"Pang, pang!" Three shots to release him. The chain was destroyed, but his condition was fragile, unable to support himself.

The police officer swiftly holstered his gun and went to assist him.

"Fup!"

"Thank you so much, officer."

"Hey, it's nothing. Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir." His face revealed the exhaustion of being imprisoned for a long time, and in that moment, the distinct change in Kas's facial expression and eyes became clear. He wasn't tired or sick. He was deceiving this police officer, and his transformed face seemed almost like a released demon.

"Pang!"

The gunshot echoed, and the footsteps walking out turned into another figure, another Kas. He emerged from the room alone, with bloodstains on his hands and blood-spattered on his shirt.

Kas examined the room slowly, meticulously collecting everything essential from the experiment chamber. He pressed the destruction button for the reserved seeds from Kas's experiments and picked up the red-stained stones without hesitation.

When he was a child, the symptoms of that condition manifested since he was a child with erratic emotions. The mental symptoms were a result of genetic predisposition, from the family bloodline, abnormalities from the complex condition of the individual that infiltrated the brain.

After an accident in childhood, which his younger brother helped him with, leading to his treatment, his father was concerned about both of their conditions. There was a fear that the symptoms might reoccur for him. After recovering from the injury, he was sent to school, an all-boys school. He later passed the military preparatory school entrance exam and joined the military before returning and being proposed to take a government position in the classified DS unit.

The accident deeply affected him, causing sorrow and frequent thoughts of death and aggressive behavior. While the father understood the hereditary aspect, the mother was unwilling to accept it. The strained relationship between the mother and him persisted for decades.

In the government's classified DS unit, under government support, he was assigned to die in war before the family could be disbanded, resulting in the loss of his older brother. He himself was kept in the dark about his brother's situation since childhood, leading him to believe his brother had died from that incident.

After the recent death of his father, he resurfaced during the funeral and learned some family history before some inheritance would be passed down unquestionably. This includes information about the family's ancestral island, which holds a long history and was a place his father never intended to return to.

What Puk came to know is that it is the only thing his father loved and revered, and his father's goal was the island. Tree was assigned to investigate the "Red Sun" issue, leading him to take on the job with his exceptional skills. Before his father passed away, he received some information related to his family. Puk's condition worsened and became a danger to society. He volunteered to test his brother's blood, revealing that Puk had a unique blood type.

He was assigned by the secretive news unit to destroy the Red Sun organization. His mission was to destroy the resources and make it disappear. They had been planning this for years, infiltrating through the niece of an English Night agent who rented a place on the island without raising suspicion.

When the time came, everyone was ready to destroy and steal something, the "Life Jewel," the secret of the flower of life from the past that initiated the entire story, providing seeds that the government was unaware of. It was a tale passed down through generations from a history book.

The special flower that can prolong life and heal injuries quickly, with potential side effects after use. "The plant that concludes this story and holds the 'Jewel of Life' as a secret forever." It is known to be located under the mountains and may help people detoxify from the intensified development of hormones and restore normalcy.

The investigation begins here, carefully planning to mimic every aspect of the younger brother's behavior to make it as similar to the 'Jewel' as possible. The plant has created scars to resemble the 'Jewel,' showing unusual psychological symptoms and strange behaviors. Smoking occasionally to avoid suspicion makes him appear abnormal.

The fake "Ton"posed as a sick person "Phak" and infiltrated people it knew. The body of the fake one was captured for experimentation in an underground room. Various dreams seen were a result of the fake one's experiences in the testing room. The symptoms of the fake one worsened progressively from the experiments. It sought something "from the subconscious." It began to despise its stepbrother, who left it with its mother and father, the only people who abandoned it in this place. Even helping it seemed like a gesture of hatred towards the stepbrother, the family, and everyone..

On the crucial day when people in the Red Sun organization gathered, it was an opportune time to destroy the tree. Although the tree received the serum extracted from the blood of the fake one, it was stabbed in the heart, yet it came back to life. The side effects of the serum caused the tree itself to have some memories of the fake one. However, what was surprising was the injection of the serum. The flowers that grew from the tree's blood showed abnormalities, or they evolved on their own, causing some reactions with the flowers. They transformed into something we all saw in the end, except for the tree that had been vaccinated. This resulted in everything happening in the past.

From the effects of the flowers, known as "capsule," brought from its own testing room, the tree used the serum from the testing room. It took a bit longer than a normal chest wound to heal. Fortunately, it wasn't caught in any crucial moments. Another undercover agent who received the same serum led them out, and they both wore masks. Demons, Nick and Night, were coerced to act as witnesses to save them from the investigation.

After that event, the tree that continued to live no longer imitated the fake one. However, everything had to be staged as before, for a year, under the government's surveillance of its behavior. During that time, it secretly treated the fake one's condition before everything collapsed.

"At present, right now"

"Deceive me that I'm special, and then trap me in this cage," the real Phak exclaimed, venting his emotions after gaining freedom. He pointed the gun around, resembling someone who had lost their sanity.

Tree: "It's for your safety and the safety of those around you, Phak."

Phak: "Did you ever ask me if I wanted this? After leaving me, and coming back, you keep abandoning me over and over. Is that what you want, Tree?"

"Do you have any idea what's inside there? You'll never understand. You're not like me. I hate you, Tree."

"Today and from now on, you won't get anything from me. I'll be whatever I want to be. It's my true self."

"I can't believe that it can be cured. Enough of this." Phak shouted with frustration.

"I'll make you feel what you've done to me." Phak, with an angry and tearful face, addressed Tree.

"I'm sorry," Tree apologized, sorrowful for everything that was about to collapse.

"It's too late now. I'll make you see that the world I created, the people I love, I'll destroy it all. Everyone will hate you, just like what you did to me."

Phak, ready to pull the trigger, aimed at his own brother.

"Kill it... No... I can't... Kill it." He muttered to himself.

"...Yes, kill it. It's already dead. Yes, yes." He seemed like a madman talking to himself. But Tree understood, as it was his own affliction.

Tree, confident that his younger brother was determined to pull the trigger, said, "Pak."

Phak, who had not yet killed his brother in any way, laughed mockingly. There were no bullets in the gun.

"Haha..." He laughed happily.

Not long after, his face turned solemn, as if each person had a separate role.

"...You-have-to-die-all. Together." He stressed each word with a heavy and intense tone.

"Goodbye, big brother... And then decide who's the one who died." (Soft and gentle tone)

The image of his younger brother, whom he could no longer save, everything he decided turned into a mistake in life.

Today, everything he intended to destroy has collapsed.

A few weeks later...

From that incident, Tree had minor wounds on his face, as scars from small injuries. He walked in the public park alone, feeling desolate.

"Today, you came alone," said Uncle, an elderly man who enjoyed reading newspapers in the morning.

Uncle slowly lowered the newspaper to reveal his face. It was "Uncle Fisherman" on the island.

Before traveling to the island, Tree decided to accept the plan of Uncle, the fisherman, who was like his mentor. In various plans to stop Joseph, after he had wreaked havoc on the city for so long and built a network that could potentially destroy the world. His research was being developed in various locations around the globe.

Tree planned to pose as a tourist, gathering all the information he could about Joseph and Rose, including the disappearance of young girls in the city. He studied and tried to understand the organization secretly. After conducting research and development from his brother's blood, which gave birth to the most dangerous flowers, his blood was poisonous, affecting the brains of ordinary humans.

"Did he come out?"

"Yeah."

Uncle Fisherman picked up a small red stone from the ground and handed it to Tree for experimentation.

It was a small red stone, palm-sized.

"Is it real?" Tree asked to confirm before he pulled out a knife to prove it.

His blood had been mixed with the stone and soil.

Uncle Fisherman, surprised at what he might do...

...the stone fragments had a small tree growing from the soil.

It turned into a seedling of the flower that was emerging. Tree brushed it away from the soil to prevent it from growing.

"He used it, huh? Your blood..." Before I could ask everything, he understood from the look in the man's eyes. "Yes, after that incident. From the antidote injection," the elder explained. "All right, this is the information from me." "Pak used those genes everywhere. This is evidence that it has been used in various places and has spread worldwide," he explained with images he had gathered. "We still have a way to stop him," the leader, with a tense expression, urged to press on. What your uncle says next may complicate the situation even more... "Hmm," your uncle decided to speak out. "As I said, he created an organization. We destroyed demons and created another demon. They began wearing masks and spreading in various city areas worldwide. They joined forces with the remaining old groups like the Red Sun, formed to continue Joseph's ideology. With a leader known as the 'Blood-Colored Flower Assassin.'" (Headline from the front page)

A murder and shocking incident occurred on Sumatra Island, a cursed island.

Breaking news: Police raid and attack a popular bar in the district, resulting in several casualties before they were subdued... (Police confidential documents)

Police investigation files on Pak's case. Status: Everyone with information... (deceased) "His skills, are they his?" "Uh-huh." "He's gone insane." "What are we going to do next?" ... ...Tong didn't respond to Uncle's question. "I'll contact you then. Thanks for the shelter." "How do I contact you?" "I'll disappear for a while." .......

Tong entered his room, similar to the original secret room. (Newspaper headline on the front page today) 2nd anniversary of the earthquake in a mysterious island, the "Island of Death," along with a psychological book and various psychiatric treatment schedules. Monthly treatment and psychiatrist appointments are held in the underground room designed like a tabletop, large in size, containing tables, holding cells, and numerous documents. Weapons, including stones from the island, are brought to the underground room. A large number of flowers are planted, grown from his blood.

Including research and development of flower genes that use special blood properties to create flowers, as well as toxins, antidotes, etc. "Anonymous voice from the communication radio." "Next target, General Kamon Jantarath." "Understood," Tong responded to the command. Images of Tong transformed, looking worn, with a scruffy beard, after losing everyone on that fateful day. Demon masks were placed on the table, along with a list and plans listed in his Red Sun list. Alongside continuous reports of murders in the capital city, the demon masks and black flowers left at the scene. Also, some records about the history of the family lineage and a map of a certain place. Tong marked the moon symbol extensively, warning those who tried to dig into his story to prevent events like that day, and those working with Pak.

Tong entered a prepared prison room with blooming flowers. Many Red Sun members were imprisoned, and one of them was tortured for information. Their conditions were shaken, terrified, hopeless, and in pain to the maximum extent. At this point, Tong was almost not the same person as before. This place, compared to hell, was not much different. The Red Sun purge had begun...

"A picture of a butterfly entering a room with red flowers planted by Pak, before slowly flying out the window towards the sun. The red sun, resembling the color of the flowers, along with Pak's face gazing at the sun, reflecting in the mirror, like a demon escaping from the mask."