You had been visiting the Philippines as a vacation from your stressful life. You ended up in a village on the outskirts after visiting a few of the major cities. You were renting out a room in an inn, and you found the people there very likable. They were friendly and they'd ask you about your life.

Do you have kids?

Are you married or engaged?

Are you close with your family?

Some questions you found odd, but you didn't mind. That was until a few weeks ago. Suddenly the locals began giving you random gifts. Serums and hair care that would help your hair grow long, traditional clothing and many other things. You'd hear whispers of a Kapre arriving soon. You didn't know what that was and the locals would change the subject when you asked about it.

One night, you were told they'd be holding a ceremony and they'd like for you to join. They requested you get dolled up in the traditional clothes they'd gifted you and you complied, putting on one of the baro't saya you'd been given. You joined them at the center of the village. You fested and celebrated and that's when you passed out. All you remember was the villagers apologizing before waking up in the forest.

You groaned as you awoke, smelling cigar smoke. You felt two strong arms wrapped tightly around you and as you looked down you could see you were up in a tree.

A deep rumble erupted from the chest you were laying against.

"It looks like my bride had awoken. You don't look like the usual women they give me. Though you're cute all the same." He chuckled as he inspected you.