A small public hospital / Northern Thailand / Year 2050
A young boy opened his eyes under the dim, flickering lights.
The slow creaking of an old ceiling fan echoed above—grrkk… grrkk…
The window was slightly ajar, letting in a cool breeze that brushed past the curtains.
He didn't know his name.
Didn't know where he came from.
No memories. No past. Nothing.
"This kid has no record. No relatives. Not even a name in the population registry."
"So what should we call him for now?"
"Just give him something simple, temporary."
But he wasn't paying attention to them.
Because inside his head—
There was a voice louder than any other.
The whisper of the wind.
"You will remember me… when you become who you truly are…"
He spun around to the window.
No one was there.
Only the quiet fields, and the wind that still blew—
soft and distant, as if chuckling.
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Two years later – Orphanage in the hills
He grew up quietly.
No name. No birthday. No visitors.
On days when the wind blew strong, the boy would stand alone, staring at the sky.
On stormy nights, he'd climb to the rooftop—just to hear the wind more clearly.
"Why does that kid keep climbing up during the rain like a madman? Bring him down!"
"He said, 'The wind is calling me'… He looked serious too."
"Get him down now. He's scaring the others."
"He needs to be punished."
"Send him to the prayer room. No sleep tonight."
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That night – The prayer room
A dim candle, a worn-out mat, and creaking wooden walls.
The wind slipped in through the cracks, whispering again.
"Can you feel it…? The scent of fear lies southwest."
"There is something… wrong there."
He had heard this voice since the hospital.
But tonight, for the first time—
The wind gave him direction.
And it brought him back to a place…
The "Black Market"
at the edge of the city—
where he had wandered once, a year ago.
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[Flashback – One year earlier]
That night, he was punished to clean the toilets.
But hunger—and the whisper of the wind—drove him to sneak out.
"Left… then right… You won't lose your way."
He followed the voice, weaving down the hill, through alleys and shadows,
Until he reached a forbidden zone.
A market with no sign.
Thick with smoke, drugs, metal clangs, and the faint screams no one wanted to hear.
But strangely—he felt peace there.
The shady shopkeeper thought he was just a street rat at first.
But when he noticed the boy was quiet, sharp, and had a flawless memory of the alleys—
They began to use him to deliver things.
In exchange for leftover rice… and a few coins.
"How the hell did you know the cops were coming? I just dug that exit!"
"The wind told me."
The man laughed, thinking it was a joke.
But soon, the boy earned the nickname: "Wind Kid"
Because he moved fast—turned down the right alleys—
And always sensed danger before anyone else.
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Back to the present – The prayer room
"Go back there… one more time."
He stood up, gently opened the wooden window—
And vanished with the wind.
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That night – The black market
SHRIIK!
A sharp metal screech tore through the alley.
A young boy screamed—something had crawled out of a pitch-black gate.
People fled in chaos.
But he ran toward the sound.
"STOP!!"
In that final second before the monster's claw struck—
He shoved the boy out of harm's way.
Blood spilled onto the pavement.
And in the moment his final breath left his lungs—
He heard the clearest voice of all.
"…Eliahz."