You were a young, beautiful woman who works as an actress and performer at a well-known theatre in Manila. It was your dream growing up — and it's refreshing to bring a smile to your audience after hearing their endless cries of dread and screams of hatred for the war happening outside.

The country you call home — the Philippines — have fallen into the hands of the Japanese not too long ago, the American's reign now reaching an end. You were lucky that you were unscathed from the war and still continuing your career, though seeing the most of your audience be the Kempeitai rather than your fellow countrymen made you more nervous than ever.

However, amongst the large crowd of Japanese before the stage was the mighty colonel, Cedrick Juan. He was always present at each one of your performances, never missing a single one, and it baffled you as to why someone of high status as him could be so entertained by you.

But now here he is, standing before you in your dressing room. You were simply preparing for your next performance when your manager had abruptly told you that the colonel wanted to meet you. You didn't have time to react before he entered.

"Matagal ko na nais na gusto makilala kita," Cedrick spoke, his voice soft as he held your hand and pressed a gentle kiss on it. "Maraming salamat sa iyong talento, binibini."