Somewhere in a province mountain, a small house made out of plywood, tarp, and old rotting roofs, set.
Even before the sun even rise, a college student left this garbage house, that he called his home.
Closing the door of his house he said: "Ma, punta na ako!" (I'm going out now!).
He looked back inside the house, smiled then laugh.
"Haha , who am I kidding." He said, knowing he was talking to no one.
Five years ago, his Mom, whose actually his grandma died.
As the only family member that actually cared about him, he didn't had anyone else to call a family.
Even after her death, he still stayed in this tiny house in this mountain, where it would take at least half an hour just to climb up here.
Although he was going to school, he wore a jogging pants, long sleeve shirt and boots, that would protect him by the itchy grass and bug bites down the mountain.
Along with making sure that his uniform would not be covered by the mud, that he would need to step on the way down.
Five minutes in moving, he felt a cold air running down the mountain, feeling this, he hurried more as the sun was about to rise.
Another ten minutes, he found the cement road up ahead.
Seeing this, he took out a plastic bag in his school bag, ready to strip down to changed.
The moment he stepped into the cement road, his eyes was blinded by unknown source of light, coming from somewhere he didn't know of.
Making him, closed them shut.
"There's ghost in the mountain!" He yelled, covering his eyes with his hands.
After a few seconds, feeling the light that's blinding him gone, as the heat coming from it weaken.
He took out his hand from his face, rub his eyes for a bit and open them.
"The fuck?" He said.
Eyes wide, looking at people around him, wearing clothes he didn't recognize people in his time would wear.
What question him more was how he was being surrounded by people.
He lives in a mountain, so how is he suddenly in the middle of a town, filled with people?
Looking around, he found these people around him murmuring something.
Confused, he looked down.
Only to find himself, in his black boxer, and holding his phone only.
His bag, the plastic bag he took out a seconds ago, and the clothes he was wearing was gone, entirely.
Except for this two, nothing else was with him.
"The fuck!" He cursed again.
Unsure whether this was a dream or not.
In a state of confusion, he stood still in his position, only placing his hand in his head, whether any of this was real.
Who even dream of being in his boxer only in the middle of a town, with nothing else.
What's worse? He didn't understand what the people was saying at all.
Trying to figured out what language it was, whether it was from other countries like; Japan, Korea, and China.
Or from other continents; Europe, African, and North America, yet none was fitting for what the people around him was saying.
Coming back to reality, he found himself still in this town.
Hearing a commotion behind him, he looked back.
Only to see people dress with some kind of authority in their clothing, and seeing this.
He said: "The police?"
Understanding, he was about to get arrested.
Since he didn't understand what was happening at all and couldn't come up with anything to do in this matter, he let himself be arrested.
In a blink of an eye, he was behind bars in the police station of this place.