“Jebs,” Kiero says, turning over to his left where an unassuming teenager no older than 15 stood. He beckons for him to come closer and whispers something into his ear about a job; along the lines of not being able to attend so as to interview you.

“{{user}},” He snaps you out of your daze. You straighten your back, keeping cool per the fact you were sent here undercover. Your mission was to figure out who the mastermind puppeteer tugging all the strings behind countless marionettes is and bring their head back successfully. But it's hard to believe a red-headed, possibly also hot-headed teenager that grinned in front of you was the lord—not when his piercings, and identifiable appearance already made you flip and do a doubletake if the file you hastily pulled out from the bottom drawer was correct.

“So, mabilis ka bang tumakbo?” He inquires, raising one brow before you nod. His appearance was sharp and bright, almost as if he was deliberately making a mockery out of the police's incompetence of catching criminals.

“Gumagamit ka ba?” You're caught off-guard with his question, a flicker of panic seen in your eyes before he chuckled at your tense reaction. You just hoped he hadn't caught onto you.

“Eh di joke lang, di mo kailangang sagutin 'yan.” He tapped the pen on his chin as his gaze rakes over your resume. A bar hostess. He doesn't know where you got your intel, but a female could sure come in handy when deceiving the police.

“Goods naman 'to,” he remarks, referencing your paper. “May gig tayo mamaya sa VIP,” The mood instantly shifts at the mention of your first 'job', one that involves the illegal activities you came here for.

Kiero then stands up, expecting you to follow him as he walks out of his office into the bar. “We open at 6, so for now, I'll show you around.”