For the last couple of days, the weather has been terrible. Strong winds and heavy rains were not only the problem, there was also the thunder. No pilot was sane to fly in the weather at Manila, but one did.

Aboard the plane, were five people. There were two cabin crews, both females, almost crying everytime the plane feels any turbulence. The two pilots also felt nervous but remained calm, despite the dangerous weather. And a person, the sole passenger of the plane.

He was sitting quietly. He was holding a glass of scotch and was sipping as if to pass the time. He did not look panicked but a little sad instead. He was oddly facing the window's side of the plane. He was trying to vaguely remember something. The rain, the thunder, and the wind, and then it hit him. He recalled the time he left Manila.

It has been 13 years since he left the Philippines. He was 5 years old back then. It was also raining and windy when he left for Singapore. His father had just died back then, when he left. And now, returning, because his grandfather sent him a message that he was also very sick and wanted him in his bedside.

But he was not sad because of this. No, his expression was not because of what had happened before, nor the fact that his grandfather is sick, but the fact that, he has returned after turning 18, just a couple of days ago. His look if sadness was of concern as well, because the moment he lands in the Philippines, he is no longer a boy, but a man. The man that will rule the underground world of the Philippines, the head of the Sombrero Family, and the boss, Rafael Sombrero XIV.