(SENA POV)Sweaty.The air was so humid inside the public jeepney transport. The highway looked like a still centipede in the early morning traffic jam. Each vehicle honked in impatience as if it did anything good other than add to the noise pollution. Few minutes passed and our jeepney driver joined the honking spree.

(Sena POV)I was working as a part-time cashier and assistant in the clinic. And because her office was just a block away from the Herald Residential, a lot of the media were still within our view. They were just as chaotic as we had left them.Was the guest Prince William? Prince Henry? Harry? Why me? Will they look for me? Su-sure? Shouldn&rsq

(Sena POV)When they opened the door for me, I heard a wailing. It was a man begging for his life as he got beaten up and until he was thrown into a china vase. Never did I imagine I’d see something like that out of the movies and television series. What's happening? A thud? Kicks? Wait…’

(George POV) It was a marvel how the woman escaped death from the hands of the merciless man. The rumor about Master Sean being a killer was still unproven but that kindness wasn’t quite in his persona either. He’s a silent guy that was otherwise skillful at scaring people; young or old, it didn’t matter. And too unpredictable.

(George POV)I have no idea if the woman would still be alive after I leave the room. She looked like she didn’t care though. Like the Master, she seemed prideful. But difference was, Master Sean was a fully matured arrogant man. The female, on the other hand, was more childish. Like a spoiled brat. As if she even has a chance at survival. She never faltered to talk back to him. Did she know who she’s talking to?