Crime and murder podcaster Wren Lozarte is desperate to earn money for her ailing uncle so she accepts a strange but high-paying offer from a mysterious businessman. What started as an unusual marketing scheme becomes a fight for survival when the "...
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"This is Wren, and you're listening to The Bloody Hours Podcast . . . It had been a year since the last time I uploaded a new episode and over the year, I have received countless messages, asking where I am, how I'm doing, whether I'm alive or not. Truth be told, I've been through hell. I brushed with death so often that I wondered if death and I could be just friends. There were moments I thought I won't ever get to return. There were times I wanted just to let go and get it over with, but I'm thankful that I held on, because if I didn't, then I wouldn't have experienced this kind of happiness with the people I love more than myself."
"Wren Marianne Tramwell daw!"
Nagising ako nang wala sa oras dahil sa pagyugyog ni Lindsey sa balikat ko. Mabilis akong naupo nang maayos at nagkusot ng mga mata. Saka ko lang napansin na nakatingin na pala ang lahat sa akin.
"Po?" tanong ko na lamang.
"Sleeping in my class?" Prof Luli gave me a sharp look as she stood next to the whiteboard.
Nag-angat na lamang ako ng peace sign at patagilid itong itinukod sa gilid ng mga mata ko.
Prof Luli sighed, pointing the board with her marker. "Answer!"
Tumayo ako at sinagutan ang tanong. Nakita ko ang gulat sa mukha ni Prof Luli nang makitang tama ako. I'm tired of being an asshole, so instead of gloating, I chose to whisper an apology and returned to my seat.
"That's what you get for having a matalinong jowa, pati ikaw, nabasbasan ng katalinuhan," Lindsey teased me while rocking her chair back and forth. Mawalan sana siya ng balanse nang bumagsak sa sahig.
"Give me a break." I sighed. "Dad wants our Dondon to graduate college already kaya teamwork na kami para matulungan siya sa pagre-review. Na-memorize na namin nina Dad at Kuya ang lessons niya, siya, wala pa rin."
She grimaced, breathing through gritted teeth. "Sabagay, medyo malayo rin ang age gap n'yo. Ilang taon na ba siya sa college?"
I shrugged. "He's just too lazy. Ewan ko sa sira-ulong 'yon, may balak pa yatang sumabay sa atin sa pag-graduate."
"So, kaya puyat ka kasi nag-team review na naman kayo?" she asked, sincerely curious.
"Nah . . ." I shook my head. "Dad was trying to bake some cake for the kids at the orphanage. The three of us had to stay up late to be his little helpers."
"Wow, Tito is such a saint." She chuckled and tilted her head. "Anyare sa inyo ni Donovan?"
I glared at her.
"Mali ba ako?" pang-aasar pa niya.
"Hindi rin matino si Kuya Andros." I sighed. "Last night, imbes na tumulong, nag-ala supervisor pa ang siraulo. He literally ordered Donovan and I around. Ginagawa niyang dahilan 'yung mga kamay niyang road to recovery pa rin."
