70 years back there was a place that was known as the "Dance Jungle" town, where all people move specialists assembled and lived. It was the renaissance of moving and performing expressions. Silp, a vagrant, was the lord of people moves. He tried to emulate his dad's example to wind up a "Yaksha Khon" or a conceal craftsman. As destiny would have it, his fantasy was not satisfied. He took part in an extramarital entanglements with the Expert's wife and was murdered right in his move outfit. His seething soul struck apprehension in the villagers' hearts so they surrendered the town and from that point forward it has turned into a frightening frequenting ground. Nobody sets out to set foot in even with no attempt at being subtle. The soul of Silp has transformed into the town's overseer in a cover.
As time passes by, a gathering of criminals working in the area has carjacked a van on its way again from a gathering. One thing prompts another until somebody is shot dead so the hoodlums take the gathering prisoner and discover the Move Wilderness. The chase, the battle, and the double-crossing are posing a potential threat in this reviled wilderness. Everybody has something kept under wraps from other people. Is it destiny, occurrence, or karma that leads them into this spot?
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