DISCLAIMER:
Any names written, mention in this book DO NOT pertain to any person living in real life. All names inside the book and the life they are living inside is completely coincidental and the places mentioned in the book, even those real places are only used for the progress of the story and again completely fictious.
PROLOUGUE
It’s a loud night full of raindrops outside my Dad’s office. He’s working as an investigative journalist; his latest case is about sudden deaths of people in Manila, and the deaths are rumored to be caused by supernatural force. My dad’s a fan of the supernatural. That’s where I got the same interest. It’s already 2:57am, his workmates already called it a day, but not for him, not for my dad.
“Lucco, we're going, aren’t you coming with us? We have a heavy rain here in our hands.. ” Says Marge.
“Nah, you know things like these wont make my day right? It’ll ruin my sleep. You guys go ahead. I’ll stay up for a little while.” Said Dad with scratching the back of his head. Kinda pissed off coz his one on one eye to eye duel with his computer was destroyed.
Marge just agrees to my Dad, she knows it better than anyone, and then left the office with some of their colleagues. Marge, or Margarette Ocampo is my Dad’s best friend since high school, then took the same course in college in the University of the Philippines.
Dad is still searching, paper and electronic trail kind of research. It was so quiet, yet noisy caused by so much raindrops pouring outside the window, with a little combination of thunderstorms. Meanwhile, there is this someone making ‘his’ way in the office, silently, slowly, the man is soaking wet, wearing leather shoes, ripped blue jeans, with a hat covering his head. He walks down the hallway, while touching the glass wall of the office with his index finger, while it moves, the glass was covered with evaporated water, like a pitcher filled with cold water.. its sweating from inside out, slowly, steady, while he murmurs some words into his mouth, too silent that even with a microphone, it won’t help you to hear the words. The man reaches the end of the glass wall, made it to the door, he grabs the doorknob and silently twisted it with his left hand.. It’s locked. He let go of the knob, then murmurs again unexplainable words. The door silently opens, without a sound, it’s like the door have a mute button. He’s making his way into my Dad… step by step, he slowly moved his sleeves, making a view on his forearm, with a two band-like bracelet supporting a dagger, and he removes the blade in his forearm moving towards Dad.
Dad quickly turned to his back, and he has seen no sight of anyone.
“Hello? Is there someone here?” Dad horizontally examines the view of the office. “Marge??” Dad questioned the empty office.
He heard a sound coming from the office of the Editor-in-Chief. Something fell, it was a folder full of files, Dad sighed. Relieved. He knelt down to pick up the papers under the table. He compiled it. Fixing where it fell down, the door silently closed partially, Dad took a turned and shocked to see the jacket at the back of the door, thought it was a murderer. He sighed again. The phone rang and it shook him like a vibrating cell phone that recently got a new SMS.
“Hello?” Ask Dad.
“The Capital Herald, hello?”
The phone was down, a busy line.
He then decided to leave the office, he packed his bag, shut down the desktop, and compiled tons of paper in the drawer, he glanced over the Calendar of Activities in their office to see if he has any assignments left, he then turn his head to the direction of the door, he wonders, pretty sure that Marge shuts the door after she left. He shook his head, saying never mind. While he was on his way to the doors, it suddenly shuts close. Dad predicted what is happening, he turned his hands into fists, preparing to punch someone on the face, he quickly turned around and punch the air on the back, on his surprise the man, who was still soaking wet flew away meters from him, strangely the stranger manages to fall calmly, like a cat does.
