In the midst of filming in the Philippines, Korean actor Lee Jong Hee and Filipino actress Marianne de Guzman find themselves thrust into an unexpected turn of events on New Year's Eve. Fate, concealed by the lens of a mysterious camera, catapults t...
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"Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan."(The youth is the hope of the nation.)
– Dr. Jose P. Rizal
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[Capítulo Dos: Ang Pagdating sa Nakaraan (Arrival at the Past]
"DIYOS ko po. Ano kaya ang nangyari sa kanila (My God. What happened to them)?" echoed a woman's voice inside my mind. Despite the desire to rise, my body remained grounded. The sound of my own breath caught in the air, but soon, everything faded to black.
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MY body gradually awoke, sensations spreading as I emerged from the dream world, akin to the aftermath of an overtime work session. Relief flooded my consciousness as I whispered, "It was just a dream."
Yet, as my eyes fluttered open, the sense of relief dissipated. Instead, I found myself in a different room. Taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, I realized I lay on a wooden bed, a soft white pillow cradling my head.
"Maybe we moved to another location?" I mused, attempting to rise. However, a sharp pain from my right shoulder jolted me, forcing a groan to escape before I could fully move.
"Hindi ka pa magaling, Hijo (You're still not fine, child)." Eyes widening, I beheld a woman approaching, her visage mirroring the one from the bridge. Worry etched across her face, she reached me and gently placed her hands on both my shoulders, a tangible expression of concern.
"Marapat lamang na mahiga ka na lamang muna (It would be better if you lay down for now)," she replied, her voice swaying me like a hammock. It felt like a lullaby, soothing the recent loneliness and anxious thoughts that had gripped my world.
She, a woman in her mid-forties, stood before me, clad in attire reminiscent of what Filipinos wore during the production of our television series. "Where am I?" I questioned, seeking clarity in the midst of the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Hindi ko mawari kung ano ang iyong sinabi. Maaari bang itanong kung saan ka nagmula (I couldn't understand what you just spoke. Can I ask where you are from)?" she inquired, standing before me with a puzzled expression, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
Her words mirrored my own confusion. I wished to comprehend her, but the comprehension eluded me at the moment.
As my mind slowly grasped the unfolding situation, the pain in my right shoulder intensified. Glancing down, I realized I wore the same clothing from the night of the shooting.
"It's not a dream?" My heart raced, and my breath quickened once more, a familiar and unsettling sensation akin to that strange feeling on the bridge.
Memories flashed before my eyes, each frame tinged with horror. The recollection of the bullet striking me played vividly, the sharp pain etched in my mind.
