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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.

Even though she walked normally, no noise could be heard. No one was even in t