Pearl of the Orient

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Greetings and welcome! In Pearl of the Orient, there is no stat count that will check whether you reached a certain amount of "flirt choices" with an RO. There is only a single, secret stat being tracked as you go through the story. Routes will be locked purely based on your choices so even if you hadn't chosen any of the options that express attraction to an RO, you can still choose their route when the locking happens. In this story, you are free to select whichever choice you feel is appropriate for your character. You can be shy in one scene, and confident in one. Pearl of the Orient is rated 17+ for swearing, light depictions of violence, mentions of alcohol and substance use. <center><span style="font-size:30px;">[[Create Your Character|01]]</span></center>

<span class="title">Pearl of the Orient</span> <span class="author">by <a href="https://poto-if.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">jeantle</a></span>

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<strong>PASB: Philippine Agency for Supernatural Beings</strong> An agency that handles the overall wellbeing of supernatural beings as well as humans residing in close proximity with the supernatural world. <<nobr>> <<button [[Races|Races]]>><</button>> <<button [[Supernatural Beings|Supernatural Beings]]>><</button>> <<button [[People|People]]>><</button>> <</nobr>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

<strong>What is your first name?</strong> (Filipino names are a mixture of cultures; some more Spanish in natures, while some more English and the like. I have listed a couple of names that are traditionally more Filipino names, although rarely used nowadays, as well as some names that are common in the Philippines.) <strong>Traditional Feminine Names</strong> * [[Amihan - 'east wind'|02][$name = "Amihan"]] * [[Mayumi - 'gentle'|02][$name = "Mayumi"]] * [[Ligaya - 'happiness'|02][$name = "Ligaya"]] * [[Bighani - 'charmed'|02][$name = "Bighani"]] * [[Hiraya - 'fruits of hope'|02][$name = "Hiraya"]] <strong>Common Feminine Names</strong> * [[Maria|02][$name = "Maria"]] * [[Victoria|02][$name = "Victoria"]] * [[Luna|02][$name = "Luna"]] * [[Cristina|02][$name = "Cristina"]] * [[Clara|02][$name = "Clara"]] <strong>Traditional Masculine Names</strong> * [[Bayani - 'hero'|02][$name = "Bayani"]] * [[Alon - 'wave'|02][$name = "Alon"]] * [[Dakila - 'big and great'|02][$name = "Dakila"]] * [[Isagani - 'bountiful harvest'|02][$name = "Isagani"]] * [[Hari - 'king'|02][$name = "Hari"]] <strong>Common Masculine Names</strong> * [[Andres|02][$name = "Andres"]] * [[Victor|02][$name = "Victor"]] * [[Benjamin|02][$name = "Benjamin"]] * [[Daniel|02][$name = "Daniel"]] * [[Jose|02][$name = "Jose"]] <strong>Traditional Neutral Names</strong> * [[Malaya - 'free'|02][$name = "Malaya"]] * [[Sinag - 'sun ray'|02][$name = "Sinag"]] * [[Isla - 'island'|02][$name = "island"]] * [[Kahel - 'orange color'|02][$name = "Kahel"]] * [[Luntian - 'green color'|02][$name = "Luntian"]] <strong>Common Neutral Names</strong> * [[Jessie|02][$name = "Jessie"]] * [[Marion|02][$name = "Marion"]] * [[Jackie|02][$name = "Jackie"]] * [[Darryl|02][$name = "Darryl"]] * [[Kris|02][$name = "Kris"]] <strong>Name</strong> <<textbox "$name" "" "02">> [[next|02]]

It's nice to meet you, <strong>$name</strong>! <strong>What is your surname?</strong> (Surnames in the Philippines can basically be in any language. Most surnames are of Spanish descent, while some are of Chinese descent. I'll list down the common surnames as well as some that are more traditional in nature.) <strong>Traditional Surnames</strong> * [[Adlawan - 'daytime'|03][$surname = "Adlawan"]] * [[Agbayani - 'to be heroic'|03][$surname = "Agbayani"]] * [[Banaag - 'daybreak'|03][$surname = "Banaag"]] * [[Catacutan - 'fear'|03][$surname = "Catacutan"]] * [[Dagohoy - 'talisman'|03][$surname = "Dagohoy"]] <strong>Common Surnames</strong> * [[Dela Cruz|03][$surname = "Dela Cruz"]] * [[Gonzales|03][$surname = "Gonzales"]] * [[Rivera|03][$surname = "Rivera"]] * [[Tan|03][$surname = "Tan"]] * [[Lim|03][$surname = "Lim"]] <strong>Surname</strong> <<textbox "$surname" "" "03">> [[next|03]]

Confirmed, Employee <strong>$name $surname</strong>. Please select your preferred pronouns, <strong>$name</strong>. * [[She/Her|04][$they = "she"; $them = "her"; $their = "her"; $theirs = "hers"; $themself = "herself"; $They = "She"; $Them = "Her"; $Their = "Her"; $Theirs = "Hers"; $Themself = "Herself"; $mx = "ms"; $Mx = "Ms"; $man = "woman"; $Man = "Woman"; $theyare = "she is"; $Theyare = "she is"; $plural to false]] * [[He/Him|04][$they = "he"; $them = "him"; $their = "his"; $theirs = "his"; $themself = "himself"; $They = "He"; $Them = "His"; $Their = "His"; $Theirs = "His"; $Themself = "Himself"; $mx = "mr"; $Mx = "Mr"; $man = "man"; $Man = "Man"; $theyare = "he is"; $Theyare = "He is"; $plural to false]] * [[They/Them|04][$they = "they"; $them = "them"; $their = "their"; $theirs = "theirs"; $themself = "themself"; $They = "They"; $Them = "Them"; $Their = "Their"; $Theirs = "Theirs"; $Themself = "Themself"; $mx = "mx"; $Mx = "Mx"; $man = "person"; $Man = "Person"; $plural to true]]

Confirmed, $They/$Them. Please tell us a little bit more about yourself, <strong>$Mx. $name</strong> You were born <<cycle "$birthplace">> <<option "in Manila" "Manila">> <<option "in Cebu" "Cebu">> <<option "in Davao" "Davao">> <<option "in Iloilo" "Iloilo">> <<option "in Pasay" "Pasay">> <<option "in Zamboanga" "Zamboanga">> <<option "in Bohol" "Bohol">> <<option "abroad" "abroad">> <</cycle>>. You are <<cycle "$ethnicity">> <<option "full filipino" "Filipino">> <<option "mixed race" "Mixed Race">> <</cycle>>. <strong>Ethnicity (If mixed race)</strong> <<textbox "$ethnicity" "Filipino-">> [[next|05]]

You’re looking at a framed photograph on your desk. In it, you and your best friend, Aga, are standing in front of the slide. You both have bleeding knees, but even the pain does nothing to remove the huge grins on your faces. What are Aga’s pronouns? * [[She/Her|06][$athey = "she"; $athem = "her"; $atheir = "her"; $atheirs = "hers"; $athemself = "herself"; $aThey = "She"; $aThem = "Her"; $aTheir = "Her"; $aTheirs = "Hers"; $aThemself = "Herself"; $amx = "ms"; $aMx = "Ms"; $aman = "woman"; $aMan = "Woman"; $atheyare = "she is"; $aTheyare = "she is"; $deity = "Goddess"; $plural to false]] * [[He/Him|06][$athey = "he"; $athem = "him"; $atheir = "his"; $atheirs = "his"; $athemself = "himself"; $aThey = "He"; $aThem = "His"; $aTheir = "His"; $aTheirs = "His"; $aThemself = "Himself"; $amx = "mr"; $aMx = "Mr"; $aman = "man"; $aMan = "Man"; $atheyare = "he is"; $aTheyare = "He is"; $deity = "God"; $plural to false]] * [[They/Them|06][$athey = "they"; $athem = "them"; $atheir = "their"; $atheirs = "theirs"; $athemself = "themself"; $aThey = "They"; $aThem = "Them"; $aTheir = "Their"; $aTheirs = "Theirs"; $aThemself = "Themself"; $amx = "mx"; $aMx = "Mx"; $aman = "person"; $aMan = "Person"; $deity = "Deity"; $plural to true]]

<strong>Babaylan</strong> The Babaylan are humans with no supernatural blood in them. They are those with shamanistic powers and are able to communicate and harness the powers of spirits of the dead and nature. The Babaylan specializes in healing with the use of herbs and potions, divination and some forms of sorcery. The Babaylan are also able to harness black magic but using this is frowned upon by the community and is considered taboo. Once a person manifests the ability to see and speak to spirits, their connection to the supernatural world is established and they lose their ties to the common world. With this, they are sent to learn to harness their abilities under masters; older Babaylan. A lot of the more traditional Babaylan prefer living in small towns and provinces compared to cities. Babaylan make up a larger part of the supernatural world. The council of Babaylan possess great power and authority. They have branches in all of the cities where they are supernatural beings living, headed by either an older Babaylan, or the Babaylan who possess the greatest abilities. <strong>Kapre</strong> Kapre are gigantic creatures who live atop trees. They are known for their sturdy bodies, great physical strength and prowess that greatly surpass those of humans and most of the supernatural races; a close second only to gods and deities. Kapre have the ability to turn invisible. They are known to be heavy smokers who prefer cigars. Kapre are usually found in places where there are plenty of olde trees, although in recent years, they have started living in cities. Kapre are one of the more populous of supernatural races, and they are known as the race with the most halfling offspring as opposed to other races, Kapre are known to not discriminate between races when it comes to their lovers. They are also known to be the more sociable of races. Half-Kapre are currently the halfling heritage with the most number. Half-Kapre possess the same set of abilities and gifts as their fuller counterparts; the only difference is that Half-Kapre are shorter (but still extremely tall) and only posses a less effective version of the ability to turn invisible. <strong>Sirena</strong> Sirena are, in other terms, mermaids, and are residents of the aquatic world. Because of a deal they made with Bathala, Sirena of today are able to walk and live on land. Their tails only manifest in great bodies of natural water. Known for their extremely beautiful, Sirena posses enchanting voices that can attract and hypnotize their victims. Sirena of the olden days are known to use their voices to attack fishermen who come near their settlements. Although Sirena are able to live on land, they are unable to stay far from great bodies of water for long periods of time, something their halflings do not worry about. Sirena are a secretive race and prefer to live in their communities rather than mingle with other races. They are, fortunately, extremely welcoming to those of the same kind and they consider their brethren’s partner as one of their own, regardless of race. Half-Sirena are one of the rarer halflings, mainly because Sirena are known to rarely mingle with other races. Halflings’ voices are less effective and are only able to temporarily make their listeners fall unconscious. Halflings also do not need to be near water as often as their brethren. <strong>Danag</strong> The Danag are a vampiric race who do not differ in appearance to humans. They posses heightened senses such as eyesight and hearing, as well as the ability to see in the dark. They are not weak against the sun. Danag fangs retract when not in use. Being a vampiric race, Danag need a certain amount of blood intake to live, which they usually get from either other supernatural races or human volunteers. Animal blood can, for a short time, sustain a Danag’s need for blood. Danag are known for their solitary natures and thus, they are known to have and even lesser number of halflings. Although extremely rare, there are Danag who leave their communities to live in cities, though those who decide to permanently stay in cities are even rarer. Because of their solitary natures, Danag are often unwelcoming to newcomers to their communities, especially if that newcomer is not a Danag however once the newcomer is accepted, the Danag can be extremely welcoming and loyal and will go to great lengths to protect one of their own. Half-Danag possess all the heightened senses. What sets halflings apart is their lesser need for blood. Halflings can be sustained longer without blood and can be sustained by animal blood far longer than their full brethren. <em>Disclaimer: Information has been slightly altered to fit the story and is in no way an exact representation of these creatures.</em> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

<div align="center"><h1>CHARACTER PROFILES</h1></div> <div class="container"> <<if $haveMetAga == true>> <<link "Aga Capal">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Aga Capal"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Aga Capal").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <</if>> </div> <div class="container"> <<if $haveMetElias == true>> <<link "Elias Ybañez">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Elias Ybañez"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Elias Ybañez").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <</if>> </div> <div class="container"> <<if $haveMetMorgana == true>> <<link "Morgana">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Morgana"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Morgana").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <</if>> </div> <div class="container"> <<if $haveMetLeonora == true>> <<link "Leonora Ventura">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Leonora Ventura"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leonora Ventura").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <</if>> </div>

<<nobr>> <li>[[Profile]]</li> <li>[[Codex]]</li> <li>[[???]]</li> <li><<link "Credits">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></li> <</nobr>>

Aga is the oldest child of Bartholome, and the older sibling of Mayari, the Goddess of the Moon and Tala, the Deity of the Stars. Their original name was Apolaki. Aga is a childhood friend of $name and followed $them to Orient City to keep an eye on $them and protect $them if needed. Aga is also the patron deity of warriors. They are tall, standing at 183cm, with a strong, muscular build. Their tanned skin is complemented by their light brown eyes that always seemed to shine when under the sunlight. Their body is littered with tattoos; horizontal lines along their arms and legs. Their dark brown, almost black hair is cut short, in an undercut, with the top portion tied in a bun. Aga doesn't care much for fashion and their clothes usually consists of a plain t-shirt, black pants and sneakers; comfortable clothes that allows them to move freely.

28 year old Elias is your partner, assigned to you upon arriving in Orient City. He's half Kapre [tree giant] and is a local of Orient City. As proof of his mixed race, Elias is tall, standing at the tall height of 195cm, with long, black hair he usually keeps in a ponytail. Elias also sports a light stubble he can't seem to get rid of. Dark brown, almost black eyes usually hidden behind the aviator sunglasses he usually wears. Adding onto the intimidating appearance of Elias, he's usually dressed in a black shirt, black pants, combat boots and topped by a leather jacket.

One of the oldest beings living in Orient City, Morgana is a 350-year old Diwata. Over the years, Morgana has taken on numerous names and appearances. Currently, they appear tall for the average human, with the height of 185cm, with long, straight black hair reaching their lower back. Morgana would be able to successfully pass as a human, if it weren't for their wrinkle-less skin [even their elbows, knees and face are smooth] giving away their lineage. Morgana does not have any discerning feature that labels them as either male or female. Morgana is the current owner of the Casa de Acacia; a centuries old hotel situated in the heart of Orient City. Created when Bathala first stepped into the then barren land of Orient and decided to create the city to be a safe haven to all supernatural beings.

From a young age, Leonor has always been able to see things that cannot be perceived by others. Spirits, ghosts and other supernatural beings were her companions growing up. Leonora stands at the height of 158cm, with a chubbier build and soft edges. Her curly hair is dyed red and cut short, reaching only the tip of her ears. Leonora wears an assortment of rings on all of her fingers, leather bracelets on both her arms and a leather cord necklace with a pearl pendant. She usually wears off-shoulder blouses and long skirts with strap sandals. She keeps her hair out of her face by wearing a ribbon headband.

<em>Disclaimer: Information has been slightly altered to fit the story and is in no way an exact representation of these creatures. Will be updated whenever a new creature is introduced.</em> <strong>Gods, Godesses, Deities</strong> - the most powerful inhabitants of the supernatural world, the most powerful of all is the Creation God, Bathala (Bartholome) followed by his children, Aga (Deity of the Sun, Patron Deity of Warriors), Mayari (Goddess of the Moon), and Tala (Deity of the Stars). All gods, goddess and deities, except Bathala, are not immortal and undergo the cycle of reincarnation. <strong>Santelmo</strong> - St. Elmo's Fire, Santelmo (shortened form of the Tagalog words "Apoy ni San Elmo) used to be considered a bad omen. Santelmo are creatures that appear to be bodies made up of pure fire. Santelmo usually appear in the form of great balls of fire.

<nobr><center><span style="font-size:30px;"><strong>PROLOGUE</strong></span> <<button [[next|A]]>><</button>> </center></nobr>

<center><span style="font-size:30px;"><strong>FIVE YEARS AGO</strong></span></center> Standing in front of the tallest pair of wooden doors you’ve ever seen in your life, you feel a sudden rush of nervousness. Your hands start sweating and you find yourself tapping your foot on the ground in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You take in a deep breath. Then another. And another. And another. Until you realize that you have been standing, unmoving, in front of the doors for 15 minutes. You notice passersby looking at you with questioning looks, whispering to themselves and pointing at you. You take a deep breath to steel your nerves when you feel the sudden presence of someone beside you. You turn your head and see your best friend, Aga, standing beside you, $atheir trademark easygoing grin on $atheir face. “Hey, $name! What are you doing standing there like an idiot?” $athey <<if $plural>>ask<<else>>asks<</if>>, a teasing tone oozes from $atheir voice. You roll your eyes and turn away from $athem. “Are you nervous? You’ve known Dad your whole life. Don’t you think it’s a little too late to feel the jitters?” $athey <<if $plural>>shoot<<else>>shoots<</if>> you a teasing wink. Against your will, you find the corners of your lips shoot up at Aga’s efforts to make you calm down. $aThey <<if $plural>>were<<else>>was<</if>> always like that; comforting you whenever you’re sad, being there for you and having your back. Your friendship is one that has stood the test of time, ever since the day you met, back in your childhood. Your meeting with Aga was not under the best of impressions. You remember how, upon seeing $athem for the very first time during the first day of preschool, you approached $athem, and with every bit of strength your young body could muster, pinched $atheir cheeks. $aThey immediately <<if $plural>>swat<<else>>swats<</if>> your hands away and runs away from you with tears running down $atheir red cheeks. Both of you didn’t know at that time that that would be the start of a friendship like no other. * [[Although sometimes, you find yourself wondering if the nervousness you feel whenever Aga is around is telling you something.|A1]] * [[And you like Aga, not just as a friend, but as something more.|A2]] * [[And you would not want it any other way. Aga is your best friend and family.|A3]]

You don’t know when it started, don’t even know how it started. All you know is that one day, one mundane day, you started feeling nervous whenever Aga is around. $aTheir presence, although still made you happy, started giving you butterflies in your stomach; $atheir touch leaving goosebumps all over your skin. The light nudges and friendly hugs you used to enjoy now make your heart beat so loudly you fear people can hear it from far away. You look at Aga from the corner of your eye, taking in $atheir features. You watch as $atheir light brown eyes, which appear even lighter under the sun that loves $athem so much, take in the details of the wooden door in all of its glory. $aTheir hair, which is usually tied in a bun, is free from its usual constraints, allowing it to sway with the light breeze. As you finish taking in $atheir appearance, you bring your attention back to $atheir face, only to find $athem looking right back at you. With wide eyes, you turn your eyes away, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. Aga barks a laugh; loud and jolly. “What are you acting so shy for, $name? I don’t mind you staring at me. Stare all you want. I don’t blame you. I know I look good,” $athey <<if $plural>>laugh<<else>>laughs<</if>>, wiggling $atheir eyebrows. Your blush deepens at getting caught. You feel the thunderous beating of your heart, so loud you fear Aga can hear it. When you don’t respond, Aga lets out a small chuckle before wrapping $atheir arm around your shoulder, $atheir hand rubbing circles on your arm. “Don’t be so nervous, $name. Dad’s going to be sad if he sees you acting all nervous and awkward in front of him,” $athey <<if $plural>>tell<<else>>tells<</if>> you, a soft smile on $atheir face. You barely stop yourself from letting out a breath of relief. Aga thinks the reason you didn’t respond was your nerves. $aThey <<if $plural>>haven’t<<else>>hasn’t<</if>> noticed that you’ve been acting awkward around $athem, although you’ve been trying your hardest to make it unnoticeable. You pat $atheir hand, nodding and giving $athem a smile of your own. [[next|2]]

You’ve always liked Aga so it didn’t really come as a shock when those innocent feelings of friendship blossomed into something more – something much deeper. You haven’t told $athem yet, not because of fear, but mainly because you feel that it isn’t the right time. You’d rather speak to $athem about it when you’re certain $athey <<if $plural>>return<<else>>returns<</if>> your feelings. Of course, this doesn’t stop you from some innocent flirtation. “So, what if I am? What are you going to do about it?” you ask $athem, sending $athem a wink of your own. You’ve always had this in your relationship; an easy flow of conversation and a comfortable exchange of flirtatious banter. Of course, you’d prefer it if you could take your relationship to the next level, but you don’t want to rush things. This pace you’re both in right now is just right. Doesn’t mean you don’t intend to push Aga a bit forward, though. The sound of $atheir hearty laugh snaps you from your thoughts. You watch $athem laugh, the sight bringing a smile to your face. You’ve always loved the way $atheir face lights up when $athey <<if $plural>>laugh<<else>>laughs<</if>>; almost as if the sun itself is shining on $atheir expression. You figure being the $deity of the Sun does that. Aga wipes a stray tear from $atheir eye as $athey <<if $plural>>place<<else>>places<</if>> a heavy hand on your shoulder, almost knocking you off balance. You roll your eyes as you swat $atheir hand away. $aThey <<if $plural>>have<<else>>has<</if>> always forgotten just how heavy the patron deity of warriors’ hand is. “You’re making me doubt my decision to come here and support you, $name,” $athey <<if $plural>>say<<else>>says<</if>>, $atheir smile so big it turns $atheir light brown eyes intro crescents. “You’re breaking my heart.” You widen your eyes as you feign hurt. “You don’t care that your best friend; your greatest and most amazing friend in the world, is about to make the biggest decision $they’ll be making in $their life?” Aga rolls $atheir eyes, knowing full well that whatever nervousness was eating you up earlier, is now long gone. “Whatever, $name. You aren’t fooling anyone.” [[next|2]]

$aTheyare extremely important to you, so much so that you can no longer imagine life without $athem by your side. Aga has always been your best friend; your partner, your confidant, someone who is closer to you than your own family. You know $athey always have your back and you $atheirs. You roll your eyes at $athem while giving $athem a light jab on the center of $atheir chest. $aThey <<if $plural>>widen<<else>>widens<</if>> $atheir eyes and with exaggerated movements, clutches $atheir chest, as if in great pain. “How could you do this to me, $name? I came here to support you! I thought we were friends,” $athey <<if $plural>>say<<else>>says<</if>>, pausing slightly to add an effect. You laugh and shake your head at $atheir antics. Watching $athem now, you find it almost hard to believe a lot of people, especially those who do not know Aga well, find $athem intimidating. Sure, $atheyare tall, <<if $plural>>have<<else>>has<</if>> a muscular built and maybe $athey <<if $plural>>do<<else>>does<</if>> act a bit rough, but underneath all that is someone who’d willingly embarrass $athemself just to make you smile. “Can’t believe my best friend is laughing at my pain,” $athey <<if $plural>>feign<<else>>feigns<</if>> hurt and turn away to wipe an imaginary tear, only to break character and laugh as soon as $athey <<if $plural>>hear<<else>>hears<</if>> you laughing. “The things I do for you. Seriously.” [[next|2]]

You take one last look at Aga before turning your attention back to the pair of doors in front of you. You have to admit that speaking with Aga has greatly helped you and that your earlier feelings of nervousness are now gone. $aThey <<if $plural>>have<<else>>has<</if>> always been good at that; calming you down and giving you support. “By the way,” Aga starts, once again gaining your attention. “During dinner last night, I told Mayari you’re coming in for an interview today. Want to know what she said?” “What?” $aThey <<if $plural>>clear<<else>>clears<</if>> their throat and <<if $plural>>place<<else>>places<</if>> $atheir hands on $atheir hips, imitating Mayari’s usual pose. “Why don’t you follow $name’s lead and start thinking of your future?” $athey <<if $plural>>say<<else>>says<</if>> in a nasally voice, attempting to sound like $atheir sister. “You aren’t getting any younger, you know. You should pick up your slack.” You chuckle. It’s exactly like Mayari to nag Aga into fixing themself, even though she’s younger. “It’s just her being the mature sibling. That’s nothing new.” Aga rolls their eyes as $athey <<if $plural>>fix<<else>>fixes<</if>> $atheir hair into a bun. “Hey! I just got an idea!” $athey <<if $plural>>turn<<else>>turns<</if>> to you, $atheir expression filled by mischief. You sigh, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I’m going to regret asking, but what is it?” “Ditch this interview!” Aga says, eyes wide like $athey just had the greatest idea in the world. You raise an eyebrow. “I can’t do that, $aMx. Aga Capal. Not all of us have a rich father, you know.” “Then come live with me! I’ll take care of you!” Aga gives you a wink and purses $atheir lips in a mock kissing gesture. “I’m sure Dad would be over the moon to have you.” Just as you open your mouth to respond, you hear the chime of a bell ringing from within the building, signaling that it was now half-past 10 in the morning. You take a deep breath – it’s time. [[next|2A]]

Confirmed. Please verify if the following information is correct. ''Name:'' $name $surname ''Pronouns:'' $They/$Them ''Ethnicity:'' $ethnicity ''Birthplace:'' $birthplace Aga's pronouns are <strong>$athey/$athem.</strong> <strong>[[CONFIRM|1]]</strong> <strong>[[RETURN|01]]</strong>

You grab the doors’ handles and pull, using a bit of strength due to the sheer size of the doors. Once inside, you’re able to fully take in the interior of the building that is in no way, done justice by the crude, cement-finish exterior. To call the place ‘grand’ would be an understatement. The moment you step into the lobby, you are greeted by a long receptionists’ counter made up of dark wood with intricate moldings of different supernatural beings. Behind stands three employees, all wearing their professional-looking, black uniforms with red adornments. Behind them is a wall with wood paneling matching the dark color of the counter. The area is illuminated by three warehouse dome pendant lamps. Over to the left are the elevators and in front of them is the lounge area complete with plush sofas and chairs as well as a small buffet table by the wall where simply snacks and different drinks are provided. To the right side of the lobby is the grand staircase made up of steel, wood and glass. Beside the stairs are comfort rooms for public convenience. Behind are areas that are no longer accessible to the public. The interior has a non-slip, black tiled flooring. The exposed beams, concrete-finished walls, exposed brick accents and floor-to-ceiling glass windows give the building interior an overall industrial look, matching with the more brutalist-styled exterior. After finishing your observation, you and Aga approach the front desk where you are greeted by a woman who looks at you with a polite smile. “$Mx. $surname, we have been expecting you. Please proceed to the 10th floor for your interview,” she says as she hands you a bunch of forms before turning her attention to Aga. “$Mx. Aga, Bartholome is expecting you as well.” You both turn to each other, Aga shrugging $atheir shoulders. You thank the lady before making your way to the elevator. Once inside, you turn to Aga, only to find $athem playing with $atheir phone. “Think your father’s going to tell you to work here?” Aga raises an eyebrow. “Nah.” “How can you be so sure?” “Well, I mean, first of all; I don’t have a diploma yet, do I?” $athey <<if $plural>>tell<<else>>tells<</if>>, the massive grin on $atheir face a sure sign that $athey intended for it to be that way. Aga has been shifting degrees the whole time the two of you have been in college. $aTheyare on $atheir 5th one, if you aren’t mistaken. Finance, you think. You shake your head at his words. Aga has always been, in Mayari’s words, a thorn on their father’s side, albeit said in an exasperated tone rather than with malice. Aga has always had a bit of a rebellious streak, if Mayari’s scar was any indication, especially when it comes to their father and his orders. You asked Aga about it once, back when you were much younger. $aThey told you that it was not anything Bartholome did; it was the jokes, those darned jokes he always had to share. $aThey also added that, after spending literally hundreds of years together, you do end up growing tired of seeing the same faces every day, for numerous lifetimes. Following that, you kindly reminded $athem that unlike $atheir family, you will not live that long. The sadness in $atheir face is something you still find yourself unable to forget. [[next|2B]]

The sound of the elevator chime snaps you out of your reminiscing. The two of you get off and make your ways towards the receptionist’s table where a man in his mid-thirties greets the two of you. “Bartholome has been expecting the two of you. $aMx. Aga, please head to Ms. Mayari’s office for the meantime. It’s to the left,” he says as he gestures towards the hallway. “I’ll see you later, $name!” Aga says, throwing you a wink and a flying kiss. You laugh at $atheir antics. The man waits for a moment before clearing his throat, gaining your attention. “Bartholome is expecting you. Please proceed to the office at the end of the hallway to the right,” he says as he takes the forms given to you by the front desk. You thank the man before turning to the right and walking down the hallway, Aga’s loud voice as $athey greet Mayari is the last thing you hear. At the end of the hallway, you are greeted by yet another pair of wooden doors. These doors, although an exact replica of the main entrance doors, are of normal height – at least, tall enough to accommodate the taller supernatural beings. [[next|2C]]

Inside, you are greeted by an almost panoramic view of the city. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows make up two sides of the room while the wall not containing the doors is adorned by numerous framed paintings. You recognize some as Tala’s works, back when they dabbled into art. Bartholome has always been the doting father – something Aga bemoans to this day. Said man is seated on his desk; a wide, wooden executive desk made up of mahogany. Two plush chairs are positioned directly in front of him, while two two-person sofas are placed opposite each other, just behind the plush chairs. Bartholome watches you as you take in his office, the fatherly smile you’ve known your whole life never leaving his face. Bartholome has been a part of your life far longer than even your friendship with his eldest child. You remember, back when you were much, much younger, you remember someone introduced you to him, saying that if the time ever comes, you can count on him to help you. You didn’t really understand what they meant at that time. You still don’t, actually. Satisfied with looking around, you walk towards Bartholome. He gestures for you to take a seat on one of the chairs. You oblige, placing your hands flat on you knees. You notice a small box placed directly in front of you. “$name,” he begins, his voice kind. Bartholome pushes the box forward. “I want you to open this box.” You tilt your head in confusion as you take the box; it’s small and has a velvet texture. “It’s a two-carrot ring,” Bartholome grins. “Don’t you mean two-car-,” you pause the moment your eyes fall onto the ring inside. It is indeed, without any trace of doubt, a two-carrot ring. At your reaction, Bartholome lets out a loud laugh, pleased by your expression. “Keep the ring,” Bartholome says in between his laughs. “I give each employee one to welcome them into the Office.” You nod, pocketing the box. Bartholome smiles before he smoothens his expression into a more serious one. “Let’s start the interview, shall we?” [[next|3]]

Bartholome gives you one last smile before he straightens his back against his chair and clasps his hands underneath his chin – going from friendly uncle to God. You find yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. “$Mx. $name $surname, before anything else, please tell me your heritage.” You glance at the folder sitting on top of Bartholome’s desk, knowing full well your profile is inside it. You look back at him. He gives you yet another smile, urging you to answer. *[[I am a Babaylan.|babaylan][$species = "Babaylan"]] *[[I am of the Kapre heritage.|kapre][$species = "Kapre"]] *[[I am of the Sirena heritage.|sirena][$species = "Sirena"]] *[[I am of the Danag heritage.|danag][$species = "Danag"]]

The Babaylan are humans with no supernatural blood in them. They are those with shamanistic powers and are able to communicate and harness the powers of spirits of the dead and nature. The Babaylan specializes in healing with the use of herbs and potions, divination and some forms of sorcery. The Babaylan are also able to harness black magic but using this is frowned upon by the community and is considered taboo. Once a person manifests the ability to see and speak to spirits, their connection to the supernatural world is established and they lose their ties to the common world. With this, they are sent to learn to harness their abilities under masters; older Babaylan. A lot of the more traditional Babaylan prefer living in small towns and provinces compared to cities. Babaylan make up a larger part of the supernatural world. The council of Babaylan possess great power and authority. They have branches in all of the cities where they are supernatural beings living, headed by either an older Babaylan, or the Babaylan who possess the greatest abilities. Are you sure of your heritage? *[[Yes, I am a Babaylan.|babaylan 1]] *[[No, I was mistaken. |3]]

Kapre are gigantic creatures who live atop trees. They are known for their sturdy bodies, great physical strength and prowess that greatly surpass those of humans and most of the supernatural races; a close second only to gods and deities. Kapre have the ability to turn invisible. They are known to be heavy smokers who prefer cigars. Kapre are usually found in places where there are plenty of olde trees, although in recent years, they have started living in cities. Kapre are one of the more populous of supernatural races, and they are known as the race with the most halfling offspring as opposed to other races, Kapre are known to not discriminate between races when it comes to their lovers. They are also known to be the more sociable of races. Half-Kapre are currently the halfling heritage with the most number. Half-Kapre possess the same set of abilities and gifts as their fuller counterparts; the only difference is that Half-Kapre are shorter (but still extremely tall) and only posses a less effective version of the ability to turn invisible. Are you sure of your heritage? *[[Yes, I am of the Kapre heritage.|kapre 1]] *[[No, I was mistaken.|3]]

Sirena are, in other terms, mermaids, and are residents of the aquatic world. Because of a deal they made with Bathala, Sirena of today are able to walk and live on land. Their tails only manifest in great bodies of natural water. Known for their extremely beautiful, Sirena posses enchanting voices that can attract and hypnotize their victims. Sirena of the olden days are known to use their voices to attack fishermen who come near their settlements. Although Sirena are able to live on land, they are unable to stay far from great bodies of water for long periods of time, something their halflings do not worry about. Sirena are a secretive race and prefer to live in their communities rather than mingle with other races. They are, fortunately, extremely welcoming to those of the same kind and they consider their brethren’s partner as one of their own, regardless of race. Half-Sirena are one of the rarer halflings, mainly because Sirena are known to rarely mingle with other races. Halflings’ voices are less effective and are only able to temporarily make their listeners fall unconscious. Halflings also do not need to be near water as often as their brethren. Are you sure of your heritage? *[[Yes, I am of the Sirena heritage.|sirena 1]] *[[No, I was mistaken.|3]]

The Danag are a vampiric race who do not differ in appearance to humans. They posses heightened senses such as eyesight and hearing, as well as the ability to see in the dark. They are not weak against the sun. Danag fangs retract when not in use. Being a vampiric race, Danag need a certain amount of blood intake to live, which they usually get from either other supernatural races or human volunteers. Animal blood can, for a short time, sustain a Danag’s need for blood. Danag are known for their solitary natures and thus, they are known to have and even lesser number of halflings. Although extremely rare, there are Danag who leave their communities to live in cities, though those who decide to permanently stay in cities are even rarer. Because of their solitary natures, Danag are often unwelcoming to newcomers to their communities, especially if that newcomer is not a Danag however once the newcomer is accepted, the Danag can be extremely welcoming and loyal and will go to great lengths to protect one of their own. Half-Danag possess all the heightened senses. What sets halflings apart is their lesser need for blood. Halflings can be sustained longer without blood and can be sustained by animal blood far longer than their full brethren. Are you sure of your heritage? *[[Yes, I am of the Danag heritage.|danag 1]] *[[No, I was mistaken.|3]]

“Alright, let me tell you exactly what we do here in the Office,” Bartholome begins, putting his professional face back. “In a nutshell, the Philippine Agency for Supernatural Beings is an agency for the welfare, protection and safety of the supernatural beings as we live alongside the common people. Currently, there are 80 employees in the Office, 50 of which are supernatural beings, while the remaining 30 are common people who knows about the supernatural world.” You nod to show him that you’re paying attention. “Although we are a government agency, PASB is not listed in any of the official websites, publications and lists of agencies under the government. Only the current president of the country, who is under contract with me, knows of our existence. We are privately funded, by both me and the secret board members of PASB, composed of some of the oldest supernatural beings,” Bartholome pauses. “Your job will comprise of two main things – desk work and field work. They’re both self-explanatory. The Office is responsible in aiding the supernatural beings adapt to life with humans. Should they, however, prefer the opposite, it is also our job to help them find a place. Because there are some supernatural who are a bit wary against humans, fieldwork is done solely by supernatural employees. Any questions so far?” “Are there instances of rogue supernatural?” Bartholome nods, a solemn look on his face. “I hate to admit it but there are those who do not agree with the belief that we must live in harmony. Although rare and far in between, there are those who we take into custody. That will also be part of your job, which is why combat training is a requirement for all employees.” You nod, taking in the information. You’ve known of this your whole life; how there are others who do not believe supernatural beings and the common people can co-exist. “More information will be given to you during your orientation,” he smiles. “Well then, can I expect you on Monday?” You smile at him. “Yes. I’d love to.” Bartholome offers you his hand and you give it a firm shake. “It is the Office’s pleasure to work with someone like you, $name, who has limitless potential.” “Thank you. That means a lot, truly.” <center><span style="font-size:30px;">[[...|5]]</span></center>

Bartholome nods his head. “It’s always good to have more Babaylan in our agency. After all, there are a lot of things only Babaylan are capable of…,” he trails off, occupied by his own thoughts. You nod, unsure of how to respond. You’ve done your research, after all. Currently, there are over 50 employees directly under Bartholome; all of them being supernatural beings. Out of those 50, over half are Babaylan. “Alright!” you suddenly hear, making you flinch a bit. Bartholome cracks a laugh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.” You shake your head. “It’s okay.” Bartholome smiles. “Alright. May I ask you how you managed going to school while undergoing training? I know a lot who end up dropping out to focus on their training.” “My master was someone who only began their training when they reached adulthood. They told me that they didn’t really know of this world beforehand. It’s probably why they expressed great emphasis that I should still go to school normally, as opposed to how other masters train their students. They told me it would give me the opportunity for a different life, should I wish for it,” you explain. Talking about your master has always been a happy thing for you. They are, after all, the one who raised you after you were sent away by your parents. “You have a great master.” You nod. “They’re family.” “And how did they react when you told them you wanted to work here? I know there are a lot of Babaylan who would prefer their students to follow the path of a Babaylan. There are even some who end up cutting all ties with their students,” Bartholome says, a sad smile on his face. “My master simply told me to follow what my heart wants and that should I ever need their help, they’re simply one call away,” you smile. “Quite the unorthodox master you have.” You nod. “Master works an office job as well, after all. Also allows them to provide service pro bono for those who needs it,” you say, proud of having such a master. Bartholome nods and smiles. [[next|4]]

“Great!” he says, clapping his hands together. Kapre are, according to your research, the second most common heritage in the Agency, coming in at around 25%. There are, after all, a lot of Kapre who prefer a stable employment wherein they are able to make use of their physical prowess. Nothing beats being an employee of the Agency, you remember an older Kapre you know telling you. “We could always use more Kapre in our ranks. There’s almost no other being able to come close to your physical prowess, after all,” he nods to himself. “No one else, besides gods and deities, you mean,” you grin, teasing him a bit. Bartholome barks a laugh, his whole body shaking. “You are a $man after my own heart! But yes, it is a bit sad. Mayari has made it clear she has no plans in going out onto the field and honestly, even as an intern, I can count on her for a lot of things here. Aga, on the other hand, well, I honestly don’t know what that child wishes to do. <<if $plural>>Have<<else>>Has<</if>> $athey not told you anything?” You stare at Bartholome, his face not showing any of his earlier expressions. Instead, all you see is a father worried for his child – a face you’ve grown to recognize over the years of knowing him. “$aThey <<if $plural>>haven’t<<else>>hasn’t<</if>> told me anything, but just trust $athem. I know $athey’ll soon find $atheir way.” Bartholome nods and gives you a nod. “I understand,” he pauses. “Let’s go back to the interview. How did you decide to work in the Agency? I’m sure your father would have preferred you work for him.” You nod. Your father, a Kapre, owned a company of his own, employing most of the Kapre in $birthplace, your birthplace, as well as some other races. He did try to persuade you, but you’ve already made up your mind, years ago. “He did but when I told him that I only wanted to work here, he had no choice but to relent. Also helps that mom is on my side.” Bartholome laughs. “Your father does have a soft spot for your mother. Wouldn’t expect it, looking at his face,” he laughs again, in a way only a long-time friend would. [[next|4]]

Bartholome nods. “You don’t really find a lot of Sirena living so far from Sirena communities. As far as I remember, the nearest one is a few hours away, right?” You nod. “Although it is true your mother is a bit of an oddball, in the ways of the Sirena. Though, if I remember correctly, your mothers returned to your hometown, right? I’m surprised they allowed you to stay in the city alone.” “Well, moms really worried about me a lot, especially Mom. Ma was able to persuade her though, saying that there were a lot more opportunities in Manila than in our community. I guess it also helped when Ma reminded Mom that she herself spent time away from our home and lived here,” you explain, recalling your conversation with your moms a few years back. “I guess it also helped that you live here.” “I’m always so grateful that they trust me so much.” You raise an eyebrow. “Of course, they do! You’re Bathala!” Bartholome laughs at this. “Child! I may be a God but I am not omnipotent.” “That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are powerful and any supernatural would safe under your protection.” you smile. In all of the years you’ve known Bartholome, you’ve known that he doesn’t really like flaunting his powers or that he’s the God of Creation. He’s actually one of the humblest people you know. It’s probably one of the reasons you feel so at ease with him. Bartholome gives you a sincere smile, silently thanking you for your words. “Alright. There’s a pool in the building. I have some of the Diwata fill it with lake water every now and then. Would that suffice your need to stretch out your tail? Or would you prefer a more natural one?” “Why are you doing so much for me?” “You’re currently the only Sirena in the Office. I have to accommodate your needs, as well as the needs of future Sirena who will join us.” You nod, feeling a bit shy. “I’m fine with the pool, as long as it doesn’t have chlorine. I only need to let out my tail every 3 months or so.” He jots down your words in his notepad. “Alright. I’ll have the Diwata fill it with water every 3 months. You will have to tell me a week before so that I can arrange the date. The water can only last a day in the pool, after all.” You nod your thanks. [[next|4]]

“Now that’s a rare one,” he says while shuffling some of the papers inside the folder. “You’re currently the only one to join our ranks. Danag are known for their preference in living their whole lives in their own little communities, after all.” You nod your head, knowing full well how your decision to go to the city and work under an office – a government run one – is almost unheard of. Of course, the ways of the traditional Danag do not apply to you. Your parents did meet after all. Your father, as your grandparents told you once before, didn’t really like the rules and traditions the Danag had to follow. He wanted to see the world; to experience it, which was why, upon turning 18, he packed his things and left the town he grew up in. When he met your mother, a human, he decided to stay in the city and start a life. Your grandparents went to live with them, years later. You remember the look on your mother’s face when she told you the story of the time when she learned about what your father is and about the supernatural world. When you turned 16, they decided to return to the province where your father was born and where their Danag community was; where the air is cleaner, to allow your grandparents to be in a better environment for them. Your mother came with them, and although she was a bit nervous, the community welcomed her with open arms. She does, after all, make a great serving of lumpia. Whenever you visit, you come to notice how all of the other Danag have a soft spot for you mother. Some of them even prefer her rather than your father; something she loves rubbing in his face. Bartholome nods as he jots down something on your file. “I’m going to have make note of your dietary needs. How often do you need it and where do you usually get some?” “I only need to drink every month or so, two months if I’m pushing it. I usually buy a bag from the blood bank. There are some who know about the supernatural and make their stock available. If I’m unable to purchase one, I buy some from the market, but it only lasts me a week before I need some again.” Bartholome continues jotting down notes. “I see. You’re in a better position that some I know. They usually have to partake every week. I’ll arrange it so that you’re able to get your supply here from now on.” You smile. “Thank you very much.” [[next|4]]

A girl, barely 5 years old, sits in front of the worn, wooden bed where her sick mother rests. The girl, with her big, brown eyes and light brown hair, appeared the spitting image of her mother. “My child,” the mother calls out to her daughter, her raspy voice weak and barely audible over the constant sound the old standing fan by the door made; devoid of any of the strength her child used to hear – yet another thing that her mother’s mysterious illness has stolen from her. Still, mother’s voice carries a melodious tone that is both soothing and haunting for the child to hear. The mother weakly raises her hand – barely skin and bones and lacking the usual softness – to beckon her child over. The girl shakily stands on two feet, her legs losing their strength from the extended period of the child sitting, cross-legged on the floor, before taking the few, short steps to stand right in front of her mother. The mother gets into a coughing fit and the child hurriedly grabs the pitcher of water on the small bedside table. She clumsily puts water into a glass, spilling some over the worn wood; her tiny hands barely able to firmly grasp the pitcher’s handle. The child offers the glass of water to her mother who takes a few sips before placing the glass back on the table, almost missing the surface. She takes her child’s hands into hers and for the first time in a while, the child is able to see; really see her mother. She sees the wrinkles lining her mother’s once youthful face. She sees the cracks on her once full lips. She sees her mother’s graying skin. She sees the light that once shone brightly in her mother’s eyes fade into nothing more than a dim light. [[“My child.”|5A]]

The child swallows the lump threatening to form in her throat as she tightens her grip on her mother’s hands, fearing that if she shows any sign of weakness, the gods above will take her mother away from her. “My child. My dearest child,” her mother starts, her voice weak and barely audible over the sounds of the hot, summer night. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you? About the gods and deities; the monsters and magic?” The girl nods. Her mother smiles. “Do you remember the story I’ve told you about our family? About the reason why you do not have a father, unlike the other kids?” The girl once again nods, not really understanding where her mother was going with her words. Tears were now forming in the child’s eyes. She couldn’t bear to see her mother, so weak and fragile, and yet the girl, even with her young mind, knew; it was only a matter of time. “My child, my sweet, dearest child,” the mother manages to whisper in between her coughing fits. “The world fears what it does not understand, shuns those who do not conform to her creations. Be-,” a cough. Followed by another. And another. “-be wary of who you trust.” The girl furrows her eyebrows, confusion evident in her face. She shakes her head and hastily wipes away a stray tear, trying to relay to her mother her confusion. “Please don’t use big words, mama. I don’t know,” the girl says to her mother. “I don’t understand.” Mother coughs into her hand and the child sees the trail of red spill from her mother’s lips. The child hurries towards the wooden cabinet by the door, pulling the doors open and rummages for a towel. When she finds the item, she runs back to her mother, almost tripping over a fold on the old carpet on the floor. The child hands her mother the towel and helps her clean up the blood. The mother looks at her child, her eyes filled with adoration and love for her daughter. The mother knew she didn’t have much time left and yet, in her heart, she screamed to the skies, to whoever it was that was listening, to give her more time. Just a bit more. Her daughter was but a child who still did not know anything of the world. The mother yells in her mind and weeps in her heart, for anyone – any god – to [[listen.|5B]]

The mother finds herself wide awake, hours later, as she struggles to quiet her own thoughts. She glances over to the other side of the room, where her young daughter sleeps in her small bed. She takes in all of her daughter’s features, her hair and eyes that are the spitting image of her own. The specks of freckles dotting her daughter’s face she always called constellations. It was the only thing different between the two of them. Her daughter was – is – her whole world and it pained her, so, so much, that she would not be able to see her beautiful daughter grow into a beautiful person. It pained her so much that she would be leaving her daughter, so, so young and without any knowledge of how the world was, alone to face the darkness that always followed their light. The mother wants to scream, to shout, and to yell to the heavens. She wanted to curse the gods for taking her away from her daughter who was only a child. She wanted to curse the heavens for the pain that is going to be inflicted upon her young daughter. She wanted to blame someone – anyone. But mother knew. She knew. She knew there was no one else to blame but herself for the unfortunately event she has found herself in. There was no one else to blame. If she hadn’t done what she had done, she would be in this situation. But she didn’t have any other choice. She didn’t have anywhere else to turn to. If she knew, if she had just seen the signs, she would have chosen not to make the choice she did. <em>Would I, really? Would I really choose differently?</em> The mother thinks to herself. Her choice brought upon the pain she and her daughter were in, but it also allowed her to give her daughter a semblance of a normal life; something she would not be able to do had she not made her choice. <em>[[But, is it really worth not seeing her grow?|5C]]</em>

The sun rises a few hours later, and with the chirping of the birds, mother welcomes yet another morning filled with nothing but her worries for the future she did not have with her daughter. From the corner of her eye, she notices movement from under the blanket her daughter has found herself buried under and a few moments later, the messy light brown hair of her daughter emerges from the blanket prison. The girl stretches her arms as she lets out a big yawn. She stays sitting on her bed for a few more moments, allowing herself to fully wake from her sleep. The moment she does, she skips down from her bed and jogs towards her mother’s bed. The child gives mother a smile so big, it only made the whole in mother’s heart bigger. “Good morning, mama.” Mother reaches for her daughter’s head and gently ruffles her head. “Good morning, child. Did you sleep well? Did you have any dreams?” For the next few minutes, the child animatedly recounts to her mother the dream she had – about how she was riding a basket of some sort that flew to the sky. She tells her mother about the green fields she saw, how there were flat ones and ones that seemed to reach for the sky. Her mother explains that these fields that reached for the sky were called mountains. “M-mountains,” the child whispers, the foreign word feeling funny on her tongue. A gentle knock interrupts the two, and mother ushers her daughter with a smile to go and open the door. The child does so, revealing an elderly woman with white hair. Her bronze skin had spots and wrinkles but still looked lovely against her eyes that were so dark they appeared black. The child greets the woman with a smile. “Good morning, lola.” Lola smiles, her glasses slipping on her nose a bit because of the action. She enters the room, her advanced age making her steps short. On her hands was a tray with a bowl of steaming soup for mother, and a plate of fried egg, hotdog and rice for the child. “I brought you breakfast, dear,” lola says as she gives the child her plate before placing the tray on the bed, in front of mother. The mother and daughter smile as they give lola their thanks. Lola smiles back before saying her goodbyes, lightly closing the door as she leaves. Mother gently stirs her soup, allowing it to cool down a bit, while the child bites into her hotdog, smiling as the tender juiciness fills her mouth. “Child,” mother calls out to her daughter just as she finishes her meal. The child looks up to her mother from her position sitting on the floor in front of the bed. “You know mama loves you, right?” The girl nods. “Do you promise to remember and follow what I’m about to tell you? Another nod. [[“Child…fear not what hides itself in darkness, but what shows itself in the light.”|5D]]

Ava looks out of the window, the strong wind and rain making it impossible to see anything past the wooden post that held up the trellis. She sees the trees sway side-to-side, as the wind blows harsher. The sky is covered by the dark storm clouds and the clear, blue sky from a few hours ago is now nowhere to be seen. A few people have passed by Ava since she has settled in her corner by the window, all offering their condolences to the young girl. She gives them a small smile but doesn’t cry. No. She can’t cry. Not now. Not ever. <em>Maybe the sky is mourning with me. It’s crying the tears I can’t.</em> Ava’s mother had died earlier that month, from the unknown sickness she suddenly contracted back when Ava was only 4 years old. She’s 9 now. The elders in their village all said that it was a miracle her mother had survived as long as she did but Ava knew the truth. She knew how much her mother had struggled during the later months of her sickness. How her mother had prayed to the gods thousands of times to give her time, just a little bit more time, to be with her. Preparing for the funeral had taken a lot of time because there was no one besides Ava to prepare it and although the elders of the village they were living at as well as lola had helped her through some of the more rigorous parts, as well as the parts a child like her could not do, they couldn’t actually give all of their time in helping with the preparations because they all had their own lives to attend to. The storm quiets down to a light shower just as the sun is setting, covering the sky with an orange glow. Ava stands in front of her mother’s tombstone; blank with no discerning features. No dates. Not even her mother’s name. There simply was no indication of the life the body laid underneath lived. Ava grips the bag strap on her shoulder as she gently runs her hand on top of her mother’s tombstone. “I’m about to leave, mama. I don’t know when or if I’ll be back. I love you,” she says as she takes out a small flower from her jacket pocket and places it in front of the tombstone. She takes one final look before turning around and [[leaving.|5E]]

The night is still. The moon shines brightly above the trees, stars littering the vast darkness of the sky. The forest is quiet; only the sound of leaves crunching could be heard. Step… Step… Step… Footsteps begin resonating around the forest, quickly gaining momentum and turning into a sprint. A girl – Ava – is running at full speed, sweat covering her forehead. She doesn’t dare turn back, knowing full well whoever – whatever – is chasing her is right behind her heels Ava continues running, her breath now labored. She can feel her legs slowly losing strength, the hours she spent running taking its toll on her body, but she doesn’t dare to stop. Ava slows down into a brisk walk, taking this chance to listen for her chaser. She dares to take a look behind her – nothing. Ava allows herself a moment of respite, sitting by a big tree and taking deep breathes. She rummages through her bag and takes out a bottle of water, quickly downing its contents. A tear escapes from her eye. A year ago, she would never have imagined she would be on the run, from what, she didn’t even know. Ava takes a moment and looks up to the sky; the full moon shining so brightly even through the thick leaves of the trees. Ava hears a soft crunch of a twig and tenses. Not bothering to look back, the climbs up the tree she was leaning on and makes her way to one of the top-most branches. From afar, she sees the culprit – a squirrel running. Feeling some of her tension dissipating, Ava allows herself a moment to rest. She leans back on the trunk and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drown onto the sounds the forest offers. She hears the leaves crunch, the branches swaying because of the win, the animals chattering from a distance. Ava allows herself a moment of [[peace.|5F]]

<nobr><center><strong>[[Peace that is about to be broken as Ava hears the quickening sounds of footsteps approaching her.|6]]</strong></center></nobr>

You wake up screaming, your whole body shaking. Your clothes are sticking to your body, wet with sweat. You turn to your clock: <strong>4:30AM.</strong> You take deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down, but to no avail. The stillness of the early morning shakes you and every little sound you hear makes you jump. You don’t usually get nightmares. You’re not even sure if what you saw was a nightmare; it’s contents already hazy, but you remember the feeling of being chased – feeling the desperation to get away. You stand from your bed and with shaking legs, make your way towards the bathroom. The image of yourself you see in the mirror almost makes you jump. Your skin which is usually a healthy <<cycle "$skin">> <<option "ivory" "ivory">> <<option "porcelain" "porcelain">> <<option "beige" "beige">> <<option "honey" "honey">> <<option "almond" "almond">> <<option "chestnut" "chestnut">> <<option "bronze" "bronze">> <<option "golden brown" "golden brown">> <</cycle>> now looks pale and ashy. Your <<cycle "$hair">> <<option "long" "long hair">> <<option "shoulder-length" "shoulder-length hair">> <<option "chin-length" "chin-length hair">> <<option "short" "short hair">> <<option "shaved" "shaved">> <</cycle>>, <<cycle "$htex">> <<option "straight" "straight">> <<option "wavy" "wavy">> <<option "curly" "curly">> <<option "coiled" "coiled">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$hcolor">> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "light brown" "light brown">> <<option "dyed" "dyed">> <</cycle>> hair now sticks to your forehead and is devoid of its usual shine. You lean closer to the mirror, your <<cycle "$eye">> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "light brown" "light brown">> <<option "hazel" "hazel">> <<option "amber" "amber">> <</cycle>> eyes looking dazed and unfocused. You look up the top of the medicine cabinet where you usually keep the medicine you rarely use. Your *[[- tall height|6A][$height = "tall"]] *[[- average height|6A][$height = "average"]] *[[- short height|6A][$height = "short"]]

<<set $profileSet = true>> <<nobr>> <<if $height is "tall">>Your tall height allows you to easily reach the top of the medicine cabinet, grabbing the medicine box you keep on it.<</if>> <<if $height is "average">>Your average height makes you stretch your arm a bit to reach the top of the medicine cabinet, grabbing the medicine box you keep on it.<</if>> <<if $height is "short">>Your short height has you needing to stretch your arm and stand on your toes to reach the top of the medicine cabinet, grabbing the medicine box you keep on it.<</if>> <</nobr>> You rummage through the bottles of medicine you rarely use, looking for something – anything. You flinch and almost drop the box when you hear the shrill ringing of your phone. You place the box on the sink and walk back to your bed. “Hello,” you answer, your voice barely a whisper. “Hey $name, are you okay?” the moment you hear the voice on the other line, you feel yourself start to calm down. “I’m fine now,” you say, not hiding the relief you feel after hearing Aga’s voice. You hear some shuffling from $atheir side before Aga replies. “Do you want to talk about it?” You smile, hearing the concern in $atheir voice. “Let’s talk about it later. Can you distract me instead? You honestly work better than any over the counter medicine.” “Of course!” you can almost hear the smile in $atheir voice. “I wanted to call you to ask if you’d like to have breakfast with me this morning! Then let’s go to the office together,” you hear $athem <<if $plural>>say<<else>>says<</if>>, $atheir voice slightly muffled by the sound of $atheir clothes rustling. You almost roll your eyes. “You called me, at 4:30 in the morning?” “Figured you’d be up by now.” *[[“I mean…okay. That’s true.”|6B]] *[[“You know I don’t wake up this early.”|6C]]

You’re usually an early riser and even if the nightmare didn’t wake you up at this time, your alarm would have. Aga laughs. “Of course. I know you. We’re connected. We’re a single being.” You roll your eyes. “You’ve been watching those weird shows again, Aga.” You hear $athem gasp in mock surprise. “How dare you!” You burst into a fit of laughter, Aga laughing with you. “Of course, I dare! We’re best friends! It’s my job to make sure you stay on the right path,” you tell $athem, wiping a tear off your face. “Whatever,” $atheir voice small, pouting. You chuckle. [[next|7]]

You never wake up early and if it weren’t for your nightmare, you’d still be sleeping at this hour. “I do know. I just chose today not to care about it,” you can practically hear the grin on $atheir face. You roll your eyes. “Not everyone’s an early riser like you, Aga.” “Well, they should be! I don’t look this amazing without putting in the effort, you know. I mean, just yesterday morning, this man approached me and asked for my number!” “And? Did you give him your number?” “Of course not! This body of mine cannot belong to a single person. I mean, imagine how big of a loss it would be for mankind?!” You burst into a fit of laughter, tears forming in your eyes. Aga huffs before laughing with you. [[next|7]]

“Are you coming to pick me up? Or are we meeting somewhere?” you ask as you stand from your bed. You place the phone on the table, turning the loudspeaker on, before making your bed and folding the blanket. “Let’s just meet somewhere. Traffic is crazy in the mornings.” You can almost see Aga rolling $atheir eyes. $aThey <<if $plural>>have<<else>>has<</if>> always hated the heavy traffic in Manila, especially during rush hours. Although you feel the same way, you’re in a much better situation because you live just a few blocks away from the Office. “Alright. I’ll see you at the café near the office?” you ask, going over the contents of your bag so that you don’t forget anything. “Okay!” you hear $athem say, $atheir voice sounding soft due to $atheir distance from the phone. “See you!” “Yeah,” you say before walking over to your phone and hanging up the call. You walk towards the kitchen and stare at it for a while before moving towards the bathroom to prepare for the day. You remove your clothes and stare at your reflection. In your five years of service in the Office, you’ve had some dangerous moments where you ended up getting injured. There are some thin scratches along your arms, from that time when you rolled down a mountain because the old Kapre would not listen to words and ended up pushing you down. Though he did end up apologizing afterwards. <<if $species is "Babaylan">>You made a cream especially for instances like this. You open the medicine cabinet and look for the small jar containing the green cream. Being a Babaylan allowed you to create creams like these, which suit you best, not only skin-wise, but also with its scent. Some Babaylan often use powerful scents in their creams, which can sometimes be overpowering. <<else>>You’re going to have to drop by the clinic when you arrive at the Office today. The Babaylan healers of the Office are skilled with their craft and the creams they make are extremely effective. Although there is an odd and overpowering smell you can’t identify with the creams they make. You tried asking what it was, a while back, but the Babaylan only brushed you off. Oh well. <</if>> [[next|7a]]

You pat your uniform down and dust yourself off before entering the restaurant, the chime of the bell signaling your arrival. This early in the morning, there is barely anyone inside, except for the employees. You choose a table near the window so that you’ll be able to easily see Aga arrive. You hear the bell chime as you’re flipping through the menu. You look up and see a group of three men entering the restaurant. You see them turn to you just as you’re looking down at the menu. You’ve just started on a new page of the menu when you sense the presence of people in front of you. You look up and see the men’s smirking faces. “Hey there, pretty $man. You waiting for someone?” the tallest male who you presume acts as the ‘leader’ of their little trio, says. You’re about to respond when one of his friends elbows him. “You really want to flirt with $them? $They <<if $plural>>are<<else>>is<</if>> wearing the uniform of that agency.” You look down on your uniform before looking up at their smirking faces. “Oh, right. $They <<if $plural>>are<<else>>is<</if>> from that agency with all those…what do you call it? Oh right,” he pauses as he stares right at you with a mocking expression. “-freaks,” he says and they all laugh. The next moment, the leader of the trio is on the floor, his hand on his bleeding nose. You look up and see Aga, $atheir fist just retracting after making contact with the man’s face. You can almost feel the anger oozing from Aga. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, you SOB.” The trio, clearly pissed, turn to look at Aga, ready to retaliate when they’re taken aback by the sheer strength of the wrath in Aga’s eyes. They throw Aga one last nasty look before leaving, one of them almost tripping in their haste. You hear Aga click $atheir tongue. “What a bunch of wusses.” *[[You frown. “I could have handled it on my own.”|7b]] *[[“Thank you.”|7c]] *[[“You really should not be instigating fights in public places.”|7d]]

You stare at Aga, a frown on your face. $aThey look at you sheepishly as $athey <<if $plural>>let<<else>>lets<</if>> out an awkward laugh; whatever anger $athey <<if $plural>>were<<else>>was<</if>> feeling, gone, the moment Aga turns $atheir head on you. “I know,” Aga says. “But I just can’t stand people making fun of you and calling you names when you didn’t even do anything to them. It’s sickening.” You sigh. “I know that, Aga, and I really do appreciate it – but I want you to know that I can take care of myself. I may not be as strong as you but I surely won’t be defeated by a bunch of boys who don’t know any better.” Aga smiles at you. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for letting my anger get ahead of me.” You return $atheir smile. “I’m sorry too, for scolding you.” [[next|8]]

Aga rolls $atheir eyes. “Whatever. As if I’d let some randos insult you and call you names.” You sigh. “I know that and I would just let people insult me, you know, but there are ways to put them in place without having to raise fists. We already do not have the best of images, just think about how getting into a fight would make it worst.” Aga frowns. “I know that. I know it-,” You can clearly see Aga having an internal battle. Aga knows how sensitive the situation between the humans and the supernatural is. There are lines that should not be crossed, especially when these lines are currently hanging on thin threads. “I know you meant well, Aga,” you tell $athem. “But we have to be careful right now. You wouldn’t want Bartholome to have a hard time, right?” Aga sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. As always,” Aga gives you a small smile. [[next|8]]

You look at Aga, your face full of appreciation. You were never one to respond to people’s provocations. You’ve always preferred laying low and avoiding confrontations with other people as much as possible. “You didn’t have to get into a fight for me, but thank you.” Aga turns to you. “I would never let people hurt you, $name, you know that. I’d especially not allow SOBs to insult you and call you names.” You frown. “I just wish they’d stop; you know?” Aga frowns. “Yeah.” [[next|8]]

“So, what do you want to eat, $name?” Aga asks you, $atheir eyes not leaving the menu. “I’ll probably have the spicy beef tapa (dried cured beef) and an extra order of sunny side up eggs. Oh, and an extra serving of rice too plus their biggest glass of orange juice!” Aga says, satisfied with $atheir order. You flip the menu open. Once you finish choosing your food, Aga walks over to the counter to order your meals. You turn towards the window and stare at the busy street in front of the restaurant. You see people hurrying towards their destinations, all either walking straight without any concern for their surroundings, or staring down at their phones. Aga returns to your table with a tray carrying your drinks as well as a two bottles of the restaurant’s homemade fruit juice. You raise an eyebrow. “The owner gave it us to apologize for the incident with those idiots earlier.” “That’s really nice. They didn’t have to do it though. It wasn’t their fault,” you tell Aga. Aga shrugs. “Yeah. Guess they felt bad for you." [[next|8a]]

After saying your prayers, the two of you begin your meal in earnest. Aga immediately starts mixing $atheir tapa with the rice, allowing the meat juices to mix with the rice. $aThey <<if $plural>>set<<else>>sets<</if>> aside the egg yolks for later. You begin your meal as well, starting with a small sip of your drink. “This beef tapa is the best.” “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Aga,” you tell $athem, shaking your head. $aThey <<if $plural>>roll<<else>>rolls<</if>> $atheir eyes but hurriedly swallow $atheir food. “Is your food good?” “You could just ask for it, you know,” you laugh, scooping a small bit of your food and placing it on Aga’s plate. $aThey <<if $plural>>grin<<else>>grins<</if>> $atheir thanks. You watch as $athey <<if $plural>>eat<<else>>eats<</if>> it, savoring the taste. Sharing food between the two of you has always been your habit. $aThey indirectly <<if $plural>>ask<<else>>asks<</if>> for a bite of yours and once you give it to $athem, $athey <<if $plural>>follow<<else>>follows<</if>> with a bite of $atheirs. You watch as Aga scoops up a spoonful of rice, places a slice of beef tapa on top and finishes it off with a piece of the egg yolk, still a bit runny – just like how $athey <<if $plural>>like<<else>>likes<</if>> it, and offers it to you. Aga has always told you how that is the perfect spoonful, rice-beef tapa-runny egg yolk. It’s $atheir favorite combo and $athem offering it to you brings a smile to your face. Same-old Aga. [[next|8b]]

After Aga pays for your bill, the two of you leave the café. You look at your watch and see that you have around 15 minutes left. You turn to Aga. “Are you working at the office today?” you ask. Five years ago, you would not have imagined Aga to start working at PASB as well, although unlike you who’s a full-time employee, Aga takes on more of a sort-of consultant role. $aThey <<if $plural>>help<<else>>helps<</if>> train the employees in self-defense, as part of $atheir patron deity duties, as well as go into the field when necessary. Unlike Mayari, however, Aga does not handle any office duties. When Aga’s not in the office, $athey <<if $plural>>are<<else>>is<</if>> usually working in $atheir own business; a private security firm that employs supernatural beings. “We take on assignments ranging from simple bodyguard work, to handling security in events,” you remember $athem telling you a while back. $aThey also <<if $plural>>handle<<else>>handles<</if>> training for private citizens and personnel, although not everyone can enroll. A lot of people would do anything, after all, to be able to train under the patron deity of warriors $athemself. “Later this afternoon,” Aga’s voice breaks your stupor and you blink to see $athem looking at you. “I’ll drop by the firm this morning. We have a huge client coming in.” You nod. “I’ll see you this afternoon, the. Are we having lunch together?” Aga tilts $atheir head, recounting $atheir schedule in $atheir head. “I don’t think I can make it. Should we have dinner instead?” “Okay.” Aga nods. $aThey <<if $plural>>fish<<else>>fishes<</if>> $atheir keys out of $atheir pocket and beeps the car open. “I’ll drop you off.” You look at the sky before nodding. “Thanks.” [[next|9]]

The moment you clock in for the day, you are bombarded by work. One of the interns in your team, a young woman, approaches you, her eyes wide in panic. You raise an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” “Ma’am Thelma told me to tell you to come to her office as soon as you arrive.” You nod and tell them to go their way. You drop by your own office first to set your things aside. You fix your uniform which consists of a black, long-sleeved, button-down shirt with the name of your agency embroidered on the breast pocket and a pair of comfortable black pants. You walk towards the end of the hallway where Thelma’s – a Santelmo and your direct supervisor who answers directly to Bartholome – office is. You knock twice before opening the door. Thelma’s office is, at first glance, a standard office room, slightly bigger than yours – signifying her higher position. It’s decorated with the usual furniture; a long, desk made from sturdy wood, where her computer is placed, located in front of the shorter side of the room. The side facing outside is covered by floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the natural light to enter. On the opposite side of the windows is a wall decorated with framed certificates as well as photos of Thelma’s family and events held in the office. The wall behind Thelma’s desk is painted with a shade of orange, bright enough to make it pop out, but still dull enough that it doesn’t hurt the eyes of whoever looks at it. The wall is devoid of decoration, save for the wall-mounted TV. Directly opposite of the desk is a pair of couches, both orange and in the same shade as the wall. An industrial coffee desk is placed between them with a potted plant on top. The floor is, much like the rest of the offices, is carpeted, except this one is in a darker shade of grey, to complement the orange. The pops of color, however, does not distract you from the tense atmosphere you feel the moment you enter. [[next|9a]]

Thelma is seated on her chair, her expression grim. Opposite her, on one of the couches is Mayari, her legs crossed. She looks up as she hears you enter. “$name, good morning.” You stare at Mayari; the Goddess of the Moon and Bartholome’s second child. Mayari gives off an amicable aura, people have told you. She gives off an air of approachability but with lines clearly drawn. Your workmates have all told you how nice and friendly Mayari is, however they all also know not to cross the lines Mayari has drawn. Mayari is always in a professional setting whenever she’s at work and although not many have the opportunity to meet her outside of work, you know better. Growing up with Aga means you also grew up with $atheir siblings. You’ve always known Mayari as the ‘voice of reason’ out of the three siblings, and is always the one who takes on the mature role, reeling Aga in and guiding Tala. Though that isn’t to say Mayari is all work. She knows when to have fun and Aga is often the recipient whatever she’s planning together with Tala. “Good morning, Mayari,” you smile at her. The two of you have always had a friendly relationship, though you both tone it down to a more professional one when at work. Hearing your voices, Thelma looks up from her desk and softens her expression. “Good morning, $name.” While Mayari is known to be approachable despite her drawn lines, Thelma is known all over the office as professional through and through. Barely anyone in the workplace knows how Thelma is outside of a work setting. She’s always straight-to-the-point, frank and keeps people within an arm’s reach. Office gossips always mention how newer hires find her scary. You, on the other hand, are one of the rare people she keeps a tiny bit closer. Thelma was your supervisor when you were just a new hire and now, 5 years later, you still find yourself coming to her for counsel on how to properly lead the group you now have. “Good morning to you too, Thelma,” you return her smile. [[next|9b]]

As you take your seat, Thelma’s expression turns serious once more. “$name, do you remember the cold case from a few months back? The one regarding the group of Kapre disappearing in close succession with each other?” You nod. You weren’t personally assigned on the case, but back then, it was such a huge incident that barely anyone in the Office didn’t know about it; a group of 5 Kapre friends, all in their early 20s and fresh out of college, suddenly disappeared, one after the other, in close succession. Nobody knew where they went or if they were taken by someone. They simply vanished into thin air. The only thing linking the victims were the fact that they were friends and that they were all from the same orphanage. Their workplaces and residences were all different. You remember the Office spending months tracking the group down and although the Office used a lot of resources and labor, no one could find a lead and the case is now catalogued as an inactive case. “Did something come up regarding it? As far as I remember, the employee handling it has resigned…,” you trail off as someone knocks on the door. The three of you turn to look at the newcomer; the newly appointed Head of the PASB, Dr. Karlos Montalban, a human who is also Thelma’s older half-brother. You’ve heard a lot of good things about the Doctor. Employees have been singing him praises, talking about how the organization of the Office has become even better after his appointment 2 years ago. Karlos is second only to Bartholome in the Office hierarchy. Of course, not everyone has been ‘pro-Karlos.’ You remember it clearly, how the government’s decision to appoint a human Head for PASB was taken quite poorly by a lot of the employees. You’ve heard some say how it’s the government’s way of tying PASB down and limiting its movements. You’ve also head others say that it’s because the government is afraid of the Office and has placed Karlos in a position of power to act as a shackle. Bartholome has not commented on any of the rumors. All he said was to work together. It was only with Karlos’ appointment that PASB became an official agency under the government and with it, comes the huge revelation to the mundane population that supernatural beings exists and the gods, goddesses and deities they were told about in their youth are all true. You remember the general public not taking it well. Some still do, like those three from earlier. [[next|9c]]

Personally, you’ve barely interacted with the man, seeing as how he handles all the human employees while Bartholome handles the supernatural employees. You’ve only met him once, during his appointment, when Bartholome introduced you to him. Thelma, being his sister, has mentioned him a few times, in passing. As for you: *[[You’re not a fan of their decision to open up the supernatural world to the common public. You don’t believe humans are capable of accepting the truth.|9ca]] *[[You understand where they’re coming from.|9cb]] *[[You’re very excited about it.|9cc]] *[[You don’t really have any opinion about it.|9cd]]

<<set $stat to 1>> Personally, you believe that it was just right to keep the existence of the supernatural world a secret from the common people and if recent incidents are to say anything, their decision to reveal it has only caused a lot of common people harassing supernatural beings. Some incidents have even become so serious, a couple of supernatural employees have resigned and left the city to continue living their lives in hiding. [[next|10]]

Personally, although you’re not exactly in agreement with their decision to reveal the truth of the supernatural world to the humans, you understand where the decision comes from. You know the humans won’t immediately accept the revelation, if the recent incidents are to say anything. Some of the incidents have even become so serious, some employees ended up resigning, which is such a sad thing. You do believe the day will come that the humans finally accept the presence of the supernatural. Maybe not today. But someday. [[next|10]]

Personally, you’ve been waiting for the day you get to finally be who you are in public. No more hiding. You know not everyone has the same opinion as you do and you understand them, since you yourself have experienced some incidents with some unsavory people, but that doesn’t do anything to stop your excitement on finally being revealed to the world. [[next|10]]

Personally, you don’t really have any opinion about their decision to reveal the truth since it doesn’t really have such a huge impact on your day-to-day life – if you take out the few times some people have said something to you, like earlier, or looked at you funny, but other than that, you don’t really mind. [[next|10]]

“Allow me to explain,” Karlos says as he steps into the office. You and Thelma stand in greeting to him, while Mayari only nods her head. Karlos doesn’t mind this and sits beside Mayari, motioning for you and Thelma to seat. “We received a witness’ report.” You raise an eyebrow. “A witness’ report? Now? But it’s been months. Isn’t it odd that the witness is only coming out with their report now?” Karlos nods his head. Thelma sighs. “That’s just the thing, $name,” she begins. You turn your attention to her; she’s holding a piece of paper, probably the written report. “According to the witness, the memory of the night of the last disappearance just suddenly entered their mind.” “Is it possible that it’s some sort of illusion? Or a really effective persuasion?” you ask. It’s Mayari who answers you. “If that were the case, the witness should have recalled it in such a way that it paints them as an outsider; someone who only heard about what happened from someone else. However, this is not something like that. The witness was present. They interacted with the victim, closely in fact, just a few short minutes before the victim disappeared.” “As it stands, they’re currently the last person who’s seen one of the victims,” Karlos adds. You nod, taking in the information. “What did the witness say?” “Before the victim – Mr. Lucas, disappeared, he met with the witness; Ms. A, in an alley near city hall. Ms. A was supposed to buy something from Lucas that night,” Thelma explains. “It’s apparently a pill; something to temporarily suppress a supernatural’s abilities.” Silence falls over all of you. “But those are placebos. No such pill has ever produced results,” you say. You remember helping with a case that dealt with one such medicine. Although medicine such as those should be banned, because the pill is composed of known medicinal herbs and no harmful ingredients and because it does not harm the user, it has been deemed safe for consumption although distribution is only through recognized companies. “That’s just the thing, $name; this one does,” Mayari says, her voice grim. [[next|10a]]

You audibly gasp, unable to hide your surprise. “A pill to suppress supernatural abilities…,” you trail off, trying to wrap your head around it. “Which abilities?” Karlos sighs. “All of them.” Your eyes widen. “All of them? How did you know?” “The witness provided her personal experience with it. She’s a Santelmo and when she tried the pill, her abilities did not manifest, although everything returned a week later,” Mayari explains. You take in her words. A pill that can suppress a supernatural’s abilities is dangerous. “Does it only affect…,” you trail off, your following words unneeded as you stare at Mayari, her face is grim and her brows are furrowed as she thinks. Mayari is a goddess. Gods, goddesses and deities are the leaders that govern the supernatural world. They are the most powerful inhabitants of the supernatural world and are known to be almost indestructible. Although Bartholome, being Bathala, is the only one completely immortal, the gods, goddesses and deities are near impossible to kill; their lives only coming to an end due to causes unique to gods, goddess and deities, before starting their reincarnation cycle. “We don’t know yet,” Mayari answers you. [[next|10b]]

A tense silence falls over the room. No one speaks a word. This goes on for what feels like hours before Karlos breaks the silence. “They’re calling it the ‘Happy Pill.’ We asked Ms. A if she knows others who sell it however, she said that Lucas was the only one she knew.” “Did she ever get the pill?” Thelma is the one who answers you. “No. Apparently, when they met, Lucas seemed to be distracted; as if someone was following him. He seemed to be in a daze. Ms. A tried to speak to him but Lucas was not forming coherent words. His eyes were unfocused and he was sweating even though it was a colder evening. When Ms. A was about to ask for the pill, Lucas simply walked away, not even looking back no matter how many times Ms. A called him.” “Currently, I’ve mobilized a small team to investigate the pill and try to find the source. We can’t take any chances. I’m handling this case instead of Bartholome because we’ve gotten some reports about how the drug is being distributed by a human.”” Karlos tells your group. “Finding the source of the pill is the most pressing matter. You are to report back should you encounter any sign of it,” he says, addressing you. You nod. [[next|11]]

The rest of the day goes by in a blur; your mind preoccupied by the information from your meeting earlier. You’re barely focusing on the stacks of paper on your table when you feel someone tap your shoulder. “$Mx. $surname, Bartholome would like to speak to you in his office,” the intern tells you, walking away once they delivered their message. You sigh as you stand from your desk. The inside of Bartholome’s office looks the same as it did five years ago, when you first came to PASB for your interview. The only noticeable difference is that now, Bartholome looks older than he used to. “Good afternoon, $name. Please sit,” he tells you, a smile on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of him. You sit, waiting for him to speak. Bartholome takes a few moments to look at you before he speaking. “I know you and the others talked about the witness report as well as the Happy Pill earlier. How much of it did you discuss?” You answer him, telling him everything the four of you discussed earlier that day. For the most part, Bartholome simply listens, his face not giving any indication of what he’s thinking about. “-and then Mr. Montalban explained that he has mobilized a team to investigate the pill.” Bartholome nods. For a long time, he doesn’t speak, simply looking straight ahead. He isn’t looking at you, but somewhere beyond you – as if he’s looking through you. Finally, he returns his gaze to you. “I’m sending you out on an assignment, $name, but this has to be done with utmost security. You may tell others about you leaving, but you may not tell them where it is you’re heading. The following words I’m about to tell you may not, in any circumstance, leave this room.” You widen your eyes at his words. Bartholome never gives out assignments personally; they’re usually handled by the supervisors like Thelma. The serious expression on his face only proves the gravity of his words. “Understood.” Bartholome nods. He stares at the door for a moment before looking straight at you. “I have received information that there are a number of supernatural beings suddenly disappearing.” “Is it similar to the case of the Kapre friends?” Bartholome shakes his head. “Sudden disappearances, especially in cities like Manila, are not rare. However, these disappearances are. No other recorded disappearances have ever taken place in a city for supernatural beings, created by supernatural beings. I should know…,” he trails off. “I made the city myself.” “May I ask why you’re sending me?” “There’s no one else I can trust to handle it,” Bartholome’s voice soft, barely above a whisper. “I fear that our office may have been compromised. I don’t know if it’s true but I’ve been hearing whispers; voices saying that there is a storm brewing.” You nod, taking in his words. “Don’t worry. Your task is simply to investigate the disappearances in the city and report back your findings. Mayari and I will handle the investigation here.” “When should I leave?” “You leave tomorrow at noon. Once you land in the airport, someone will come pick you up and bring you to the city. It’s hidden and cannot be accessed by those who are not invited to enter. I’ve told the mayor of your arrival but you still have to enter it before you gain permission.” You nod. “Where am I going?” “To the city I created for supernatural beings. You’re going to Orient City.” [[next|12]]

<center><strong><span style="font-size:30px;">Meanwhile, elsewhere</span></strong></center> A figure stands hidden behind the shadows as it watches a family of four through the window of their house. The figure stares at the mother – a Babaylan – as she gently places the meal she prepared for her family on the table. The figure tears its gaze away from the family and shifts it to the window above, illuminated by a barely-working lamp – it’s target. It has taken the figure weeks to locate the target and it would want nothing more than to run up to the target and capture them – but no. the figure has waited for weeks, it can wait a few more days. Once the figure captures this target, it will be one step closer to its goal. ‘The end is near,’ the figure thinks. ‘So close I can almost taste it.’ <center><strong><span style="font-size:30px;">[[End of Prologue|13]]</span></strong></center>

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