The last thing Edgar Villegas remembered was the coldness of her black eyes staring at him as his body convulsed. He thought he died. No, he is sure he died. No one's gonna survived if a whole hand pierced through your heart, right? But why is he on the hospital bed, unharmed? * * * DISCLAIMER: Names, characters, places and incidents are either product of author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events, and locals is entirely coincidental. The mythology used in this story is based on the Tagalog Mythology and some parts of Northern Luzon. NOTE: This story may contain strange or twisted ideas, words and scenes that do not suit your preferences as a reader. The characters do not personally reflect exactly what the writer is. It is advisable to read it with caution. No part of this story may be translated into other languages, printed, copied or reproduced multiply without the written permission of the writer.