Biyernes ng hating gabi at galing ako sa sa mahabang araw nang pagtitinda. I immediately felt my stomach churn as I hurriedly stepped in front of the door. He had arrived... the man holding a gun. I am ready to run. It took years before I heard his voice again. It felt like a sudden downpour on a sunny day, his anger is like a storm brewing in the distance. Ngayon lang ulit ako natakot. Hindi ko siya kayang harapin. My steps, instead of moving forward, suddenly retreated. As his voice grew louder and more commanding, my pace quickened even more. The posture I maintained seemed to vanish. I dared not look back at the man named Joaquin Leonidas Conti.