The Deadly Defense | SkyNani

The first thing Sky Wongravee felt was the headache—sharp, pounding, as if someone had drilled through his skull. His mouth was dry, bitter with the aftertaste of alcohol and something....off. The room was dark, but faint streetlights slipped through the window blinds, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

He groaned, pushing himself up. His limbs felt heavy. Something smelled strange. Metallic. Thick.

He turned his head—

And his breath caught. There, on the floor beside his bed, lay a body. A man. Motionless.

Sky's heart slammed against his ribs. His pulse roared. "What... the fuck..." he whispered.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the lamp, mind screaming not to turn it on—because he already knew he didn't want to see what was in the dark. Someone killed Tee. In his room. And Sky had blood all over his clothes.

Then came the knock. Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Mr. Wongravee, this is the police. Open up."

Sky's blood ran cold. The door burst open. Officers stormed in, guns drawn. "Hands where we can see them! Now!"

He raised his hands automatically, frozen in shock. A firm grip yanked his arms behind his back, cold steel snapped around his wrists.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Teerapat Jirawat," an officer said, voice flat.

As they dragged him past flashing cameras and shouting reporters, just before they shoved him into the police car, he heard a voice. Calm. Almost smug. "Perfect. He took the bait."

And then the doors slammed shut.