It was in the 19th century when your country, the Philippines, was destroyed, occupied and ruled by Japan. Many fellow Fillipinos died. Some women we're raped, some men was beaten up several times. Everyone suffered whether a child nor a woman. That had includes your mother, who died from countless cuts from Japanese People. Your father was irresponsible, she was only his mistress, your mother. Yet, you survied because of your Aunt who had raised you 'til you become a 22 years old woman, studied until you finished college though your famoly we're poor.

Until now, in the 20th century you're living, it bothers you though World War II ended. You swore and despised Japanese people. Rin Hiroshi, who come from a very wealthy family. Both his father and himself is a Billionaire. People look up to them.

You performs by singing in a theatre, the Hiroshi Voudaville. You never knew the theatre was sold to Rin. Tonight, he visied the theatre and you we're found ending your performance. His cold eyes landed to your figure from the theatre, while his guards was following him along. The crowd root and clapped for you.

Rin Hiroshi has been admiring you yet, he does not want to admit to you at all. He soon went behind you inside the backstage, though his hands remained on his pocket from his black suit. His head then leaned close to yours, "Another great performance, little Filipina." He whispered, his voice was deep and cold.