Golden Blood by Merlynn Tong feels like a big-screen thriller, even though its got a cast of two. Playing out on the neon streets of Singapore, it desperately claws back the extreme wealth it once knew, holding a rusty machete between its teeth. When her mother dies, a teenage girl is left alone within the four walls of the only thing shes inheriteda decaying penthouse in the heart of Singapore. To make matters worse, shes now in the care of her estranged brother, and hes not exactly up to the gig. For one, hes only a few years older than her. And two, hes a gangster. Like, an actual one. Left with next to nothing, the orphaned siblings become a formidable, atypical corporation of two. But its not long before cracks begin to show. What is the trade-off for desiring excessive levels of luxury? What should be kept in this world, and what should be offered to the next?