[quote]"The shuttle had some engine problems, driver's navigation app was not working, and on top of that, some of the guests inside are experiencing communication errors of some sort."

[color=bc8dbf]"That didn't happen before. Anyway, get everyone back in the lobby. I'll let Mom and Dad know about this. And I'll get back to you later with what you got in those bags."[/color][/quote]
[b]12.51pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1, 2011[/b] - [i]NanaZuika Sugbu[/i] Beach Resort - Hamada Residence (NanaZuika Big Cabana)
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

	[color=bc8dbf]"Mom? Dad?”[/color]

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Takahiro Hamada (浜田 貴大 [i]Hamada Takahiro[/i])

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Sachiko Hamada (浜田 幸子 [i]Hamada Sachiko[/i])[/center]
	Weren’t those meant for the guests? Dad is sitting in a massage chair with his eyes closed, as Mom moves around the room tidying up a shelf after assisting the ladies prepping up the guests' lunch buffet in the big kitchen, as the routine at this time of the day.

	“How was your laps in the pool, love?”, she asked. Still treating me like a child, it seemed. That same voice I had grown up hearing and it hadn’t changed even though I was older. After a kiss on her cheek, I answered.

	[color=bc8dbf]"It was fine, Mom. Same answer as the last time, I know... And aren't those meant for the guests? You already bought one for our own last Friday night."[/color], I asked Dad while Mom prepares our lunch at the dining table.
	
	“I’m just trying it out...”, Dad laughs with a big grin on his face. Of course that was going to be his reaction. What was I expecting?

	"I can't be mad at your father for this. Well, since you're here, was there a problem?"

	[color=bc8dbf]"Yes. One of our shuttles got an engine failure upon arriving back here, the driver's navigation app on his phone kept on crashing and the guests aboard are at the lobby dealing with their own phones. We have Chiaki-[i]kun[/i] to thank for letting me know first-hand."[/color]

	[color=bc8dbf]"Do you have the megaphone?"[/color], I look towards Dad. He keeps his eyes closed for a second. He suddenly moves with a quickness you don’t ordinarily see from the man, it’s a bit surprising.

	"Shichirou, go change and come with me. Tell Matsuno-[i]kun[/i] I owe him a treat for the two of you.", he then says with urgency. Mom was surprised as well.

	“All right boys, be back here once you’re done!”, she said as she saw us went through the main door.

	The [i]NanaZuika Sugbu[/i] has come a long way since we arrived from Manila. I remember when the balls were bare and the beachfront was still empty. There were framed photos hanging on the hallways and placed by the small tables, and there too were signed photos by a guest that Dad knew personally. Chiaki-[i]kun[/i]’s been waiting for us in the Guests' Lounge, and during this time of year we seem to have guests from the UK, perhaps it’s winter time at their place.

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Chiaki Matsuno (松野 千秋 [i]Matsuno Chiaki[/i])[/center]
	[color=bc8dbf]"Trying to go for another color, I see."[/color], I said while remarking about his purple tie.

	He laughs, "Seven-[i]sama[/i], are you jealous?"

	[color=bc8dbf]"No, not at all. Both green and purple looks good on you. And what’s the update?"[/color]

	“Thank you, Seven-[i]sama[/i]. Anyway, you ask what’s been happening? While out on tour of the city, near the mall, the sky began to dim. Phones began to act weird and start to glitch, switching on and off? Is this a haunting?”, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i] said, looking worried.

	[color=bc8dbf]"Calm down there...you think ghosts are attacking people’s phones?”[/color], I asked him.

	He then said next, “Anything could be possible, you think you might have accidentally disturbed an ancient burial site?”

	[color=bc8dbf]"I don’t remember Cebu City, or even Mactan Island having a dark history... I’m sure all that’s nothing. My [i]Switch[/i] however, is doing just fine, could be an electrical storm.”[/color]

	I stopped for a moment, and then I remember that it’s the beginning of August. Locals, or the Filipinos in general are superstitious, knowing that some unexplained occurrences happen at this month. I’m not scared in the slightest, but Chiaki-[i]kun[/i] is.

	[color=bc8dbf]“Don’t worry about a thing, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i]."[/color], I tell him.

	“Yeah, sure, an electrical storm...”, he rolls his eyes.

	How do I convince myself not to worry? This obviously isn’t some kid’s prank. And I was wrong to expect this just a way to scare some people.