Cole Thornton was sitting in a bar at sunset. He thought about his long-gone love while smoking a cigar. He was also drunk. He drank to forget what horrors he had seen in the war. It was a war between Baksihis and the city of Angkor. The war ended five years ago. But for people like Cole, there was no peace in their minds.
Now he worked as a private detective. He was one of the best at his job. Suddenly he was approached by one of his friends from the police. John sat down and said, "Hey Cole. We have a new job for you. Are you interested?" Cole said: "Well I am practically broke. So yes. I am interested." His friend John began to say, "We're looking for a woman who looks something like this." He showed him a picture of Cinthia. "This picture was drawn by an artist. She was described by a police officer who got knocked out by her. She has a bag of spice with her."
I have heard weird things about that substance. But I have never seen it, Cole thought. This girl. She reminds me of my dead girlfriend. "We suspect she might be going to Angkor. We can't send our men there. That might start another war. But you Cole. You can go."
Cole said, "I accept the offer. I want to be paid at least a hundred Dragon Coins." That was enough for a good life for five years. "We have a deal, my friend." John and Cole shook hands. John left, and Cole stayed in his seat. Cole continued to stare at the picture of Cinthia as he smoked a cigar. This girl is really beautiful, Cole thought. I feel like this job is going to be something that will change my life forever. I do not know why.