PROLOGUE

“What goes around, comes back around.” ― Unknown

5:30 pm 

Franco trimmed his beard and glanced in the mirror, recalling the days he couldn't forget. His precious daughter, the only glimpse of his sanity was taken away from him because of someone. That someone is a man who was admired because of his charms and intelligence at an early age but he is also one of the dirtiest people he knows. He was hidden in his white uniform, just like his family. Franco thought internally. Nagngi-ngitngit ang panga sa galit, malakas nyang ibinato ang razor blade na ginagamit sa salamin kaya nabasag at nagtalsikan ito. 

'Ang akala ba nila tapos na akong maghiganti!? Hindi. Nagsisimula palang kami!' sigaw nya sa isipan at malakas na sinuntok ang sink. He was fuming mad that he didn't mind whether his knuckles are bleeding and some parts of shattered mirror glass made small cuts on his face.

"I will do everything to ruin your family Dr. Valentine at pagtapos nun ay ako mismo ang papatay sayo." he muttered unconsciously while looking at his own reflection.  

Matapos ang ilang minuto ay napahinga lamang ito ng malalim, pinipilit na kalmahin ang sarili. 

After the man cleaned up his mess and treated his wound, Franco stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, opening his scent diffuser and adding a drop of his favorite essential oil to humify the air. Later, smelling his favorite aroma can help him sleep well. It was his usual routine. After Franco got home from work, he cleaned himself and slept for a bit, so at night he already conserved energy to study for his lectures and continue working on his plans.

6:20 pm

Franco sat in front of his laptop, reading his emails. A grin form on his lips when a message pop up. 

'Don't do anything stupid Franco. Lie low. I already have a plan' 

Upon reading his ex-wife email, a maniacal laugh escaped his mouth. Napasandig sya sa upuan at tumingala sa ceiling habang may naglalarong ngiti sa mga labi. Makikita sa kanyang mga mata ang galit at uhaw na makapaghiganti. Tila ba lasing sa mga masasamang balak na umiikot sa kanyang isipan. He unconsciously spoke her first victim’s name. 

"Irishka Folk, the beautiful sister of that bastard! How are you coping up hmm?" he angrily whispered then look at the picture in the bulletin board just above his study table. 

6:40 pm

Pagkatapos magbasa ng mga emails at sumagot sa ilan roon, tumayo na si Franco para mahiga sa kanyang kama at matulog saglit. 

Stopping on his track, nakaramdam sya ng konting pagkahilo. Muli sana syang hahakbang when a slow burning pain was felt and he couldn't seem to understand why. Franco clenched his fist on the chest. 

"Fuck," he grumbled. When his vision became fuzzy and watery.

6.55 p.m.

'This feeling is this---' He whispered internally and tried to walk again, but in his defeat, his body stumbled on a table where his figurine collection was located. It was like every second that the clock hand went around. The torment is growing more and more unbearable.

Naluluhang napahawak sya sa table, nanghihina at nanginginig ang mga tuhod ngunit dumulas lamang ang kanyang kamay dahilan kung bakit nalaglag at nabasag ang mga naroon. He lost his balance and dropped himself on the ground. Feeling hopeless.  

For the second time around, he was caught with his own mess...

Meanwhile, a woman sitting in the trunk of a tree is staring blankly at the man inside the room. Because of the dark clouds dominating the heavenly sky, Franco didn't notice or see her. With its thunderclaps and ferocious lightning storms. In the midst of the nightfall, a beautiful destruction reigned.

It was enchanting, she thought, especially when she heard the clashing of broken glass and a loud thud, sounding like someone had collapsed on the ground. She smirks when it's followed by the man's agonizing cries. It sounded endless in her ears, but a fleeting wave of pleasure was felt as it echoed in the four-wall room. 

"It's 7:00 pm, just right on time..." Napatingala ang babae sa kalangitan at pumikit, pinapakiramdaman ang bawat pagpatak ng ulan sa kanyang mukha. She felt her phone vibrated in the pocket and saw his text. 

'Okay. Let's meet at the park near your village'

She sighed and shook her head. The woman needed to do something first before she reached the beginning of her demise. A long overdue punishment, designed by 13 hours sufferings. 

Using the tree near the wall, the woman silently jumped out of the mansion. Running cautiously as the rain drops heavily through her slick black coat she’s wearing to protect and conceal herself. When the woman slipped inside the car, she hurriedly left the scene. Looking at the day backwards, when all is well. 

Not until he did it.