The mansion before Tawan seemed to stretch endlessly, its towering structure reaching into the sky, casting a long shadow over the sprawling gardens. He blinked a few times, still trying to grasp what had just happened. The world he knew—his job, his life in Bangkok—had disappeared in a blink of an eye, replaced by this strange, unfamiliar place. His heart raced as his mind raced faster.
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Tawan could feel his legs shaking, a sense of unease creeping over him. This can’t be real. It just can’t be.
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He glanced down at the lush grass beneath him, the fine stonework of the path leading up to the grand entrance. This wasn’t just an old building—it was like something from another time entirely. The luxury of the estate was palpable, almost suffocating in its perfection. Every detail seemed to whisper of wealth and power.
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Tawan had never been in a place like this before, and as he tried to gather his thoughts, his chest tightened. This mansion—this entire world—was nothing like the busy, chaotic streets of Bangkok. There were no scooters weaving through traffic, no street vendors shouting for attention. This was calm. Silent. Like something frozen in time.
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He had to focus. Think, Tawan. Think.
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The tall man who had spoken to him earlier—Natee, as he had called himself—was walking toward the mansion’s entrance. His figure was sharp, and his expression was unreadable, as if he were waiting for Tawan to speak, to explain himself. But how could he? How could anyone explain being thrown into a completely different time and place with no warning?
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Tawan took a hesitant step forward, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Excuse me," he called, his voice shaking slightly, "I really don’t know how I ended up here. I was in Bangkok, and then..." He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous it must sound. The words felt hollow, but there was no other way to explain what had happened.
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Natee turned back around slowly, his expression still as cold and calculated as before. For a moment, there was only silence between them, and Tawan felt like he was staring into a storm. But then, the older man’s lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a small, knowing smile.
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“I see,” Natee murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. “So, you claim you’re from another time.”
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Tawan flinched at the words. "I... yes," he said softly. "I’m not sure how to explain it, but I woke up here, and I—" He was about to go on, but Natee cut him off with a sharp gesture.
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“Enough of the explanations. I’ll let you inside,” Natee said, his voice laced with authority. “We’ll sort this out later.”
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Tawan stood frozen for a moment, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. Natee was calm, almost casual about the entire situation. It was as if time travel—his time travel—was nothing more than a trivial occurrence. But for Tawan, this was anything but trivial.
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Natee gestured again, his tone now even more commanding. “Don’t stand there gawking. Come inside. There’s no use in standing in the cold.”
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Still confused but too overwhelmed to argue, Tawan took a few slow steps forward, following the tall man. His legs felt like lead as he walked past the stone pillars of the gate, his gaze darting around, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. Every detail of the mansion seemed intentional—down to the intricate carvings in the stone, the ivy that hung in neat bundles over the walls, the perfectly trimmed hedges lining the path. This was wealth in its most imposing form.
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The massive double doors of the mansion creaked open with a soft groan, revealing a vast marble hallway inside. The floors gleamed, reflecting the light from the tall windows that lined the walls. Portraits of people, dressed in old-fashioned clothing, hung in golden frames, their gazes as cold and stern as Natee’s. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and polished wood, a contrast to the heavy scent of the outside garden.
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Tawan’s mouth went dry as he entered. He had never seen anything like this before. The grandiosity of it all felt suffocating, as if every inch of this place was steeped in the weight of history and tradition. He instinctively took a step back, but Natee’s voice cut through his hesitation.
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“Come in. I’m not asking again.”
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Tawan winced but stepped forward, trying his best to hide his unease. His mind raced, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. This is insane. This is impossible. How do I even begin to explain this to anyone?
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As they walked through the mansion, Natee led him into a sitting room, the walls lined with expensive-looking bookshelves, and an elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A long table covered with fine china and silver cutlery sat in the center, as though someone were about to serve an elaborate dinner. But the room was empty—quiet, save for the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.
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“Sit,” Natee instructed, his voice no longer laced with the same indifference. There was something different in his eyes now, a sharp curiosity that seemed to cut through Tawan.
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Tawan sat hesitantly, still trying to make sense of his new reality. Natee, however, seemed unfazed by the whole situation. He paced around the room slowly, his eyes occasionally flicking to Tawan as if he were studying a rare specimen.
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“Now, let’s talk about this,” Natee said, finally turning to face him. “You’re telling me you’re not from this time. You’re not from this place. And yet, here you are. But what I want to know, Tawan,” he added, his voice dropping into something more intimate, “is why you are here. What is it you’re truly after?”
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Tawan’s breath caught in his throat at the sudden question. He wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for any of this. He shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know. I swear, I don’t know. I just... I just need to go home.”
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Natee’s gaze softened for a split second, though his expression quickly returned to its usual cold, calculating state. “We’ll see about that,” he said, stepping closer.
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Tawan felt a chill run down his spine as the man moved closer, his presence overwhelming. There was something magnetic about Natee, something that Tawan couldn’t quite place—something that made him want to run and stay all at once.
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“I’ll find out what brought you here, Tawan. I always get what I want,” Natee said, his voice low and confident. “But be warned. Once you’re in my world, there’s no going back.”
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Tawan’s heart pounded. In his world?
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But before he could gather his thoughts to speak, Natee had already turned, striding towards the door. “Rest for now. Tomorrow, we begin.”
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