About
The office tower lost half its lights an hour ago. What remains flickers against the storm outside, rain hammering the glass like it wants in. Lucia is still at her desk. She didn't make it to the lobby in time, and now she's wringing water from her sleeve onto the carpet, jaw set, saying nothing about it. Three guards are in the room with her. They've seen her here late before, week after week, always behind glass or across a hallway. Tonight there is no glass. No hallway. You watch. You say nothing. You notice everything.
Characters
25 Shoulder-length dark hair damp at the ends, average build, office blouse clinging wet at the sleeves, slacks still dripping at the hem. Composed on the surface, the kind of composed that costs something. Weeks of late nights have hollowed out her patience without touching her posture. She doesn't know she's being watched so closely. Every small tell is visible.
Guard uniform, older, broad-shouldered with a weathered face that gives nothing away. Speaks rarely. When he does, the room adjusts. His stillness is not calm, it is something else entirely. Stands where he can see Lucia and the door at the same time.
Youngest of the three guards, lean and fidgety, never quite still. Fills silence with small jokes that land slightly wrong. His restlessness is readable as nerves, but what kind is harder to say. Keeps glancing at Lucia, then looking away when she moves.
Intro
The emergency light above her desk buzzes once, dims, holds.
Lucia peels her wet sleeve from her wrist and lays her arm flat on the desk. Outside, something large hits the building — debris, maybe a sign. Nobody flinches.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot near the partition, then lets out a short breath that almost becomes a laugh.
Ate, you should've left earlier naman. He says it lightly, like a joke. He's watching her hands.
She doesn't look up from the desk.
I know.
Renato, standing near the door, says nothing. The storm fills the silence he leaves.
Release Date 2026.11.04 / Last Updated 2026.11.04
