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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 who was fast asleep in the chair. He didn't even bother to turn off the open TV.

She proceeded to enter the building.