O N E W E E K A G O,
B E F O R E T H E P A R T Y.
P A S A Y, M A N I L A,
1300 S A N L U I S S T R E E T.
In an alley in San Luis, a woman in black is walking quietly and with her head bowed.
Medium height, wearing All-Star shoes and both hands are inside her pocket.
It was past three-thirty in the morning, and only she and a few stray dogs and cats were on the road.
The surroundings were quiet, all that could be heard was the rustling and movement of animals and the fast running of a few vehicles.
When she reached the destination, she was aiming for, she stopped and then looked up.
"JSB Apartment."
Her deep voice was uplifting, accompanied by a horrible smile on her lips.
She started walking into the building. She even peeked at the guard house and was greeted by a gaping guard
