BACK BEFORE THEN, the Earthquake was a natural disaster. It would come and go like a pen on a plain sheet of pad paper. It would start with a point and ended up wounding the blank space in any direction in order to meet up with its final point.

Even so, that blank-space-ended-up-being-wounded would try to leave a message, it was up to the person's point of view of what to say in the regard. Either good or bad, they're entitled on their own thoughts.

However, because of the advancements in science and technology, a single point ended up influencing the universe. A point to grain to a piece to an object to a quarter to a whole and going to the universe. Creating turmoil that turned into an unresolved debate and implementing contrasting idealism.

Smiling while mounting the aviator sunglass on her face, The Epiphany rests in peace. She had done its part. And it's up to anyone to say what it was exactly. Either good or bad, they're entitled on their own thoughts.

Already descended from the ambulance, Hannah Forteza, from the very moment she placed a lens against to her sight, forgot what did just happen. The only thing she had in mind, the earlier she could think of, was the time she was in the darkroom and only her was shining.

Having an idea of not having an idea of what happened in that elapsed time, she started to become vigilant to her surroundings. She wasn't holding a knife, a scissor or the likes of those two that could lacerate. She wasn't under the mask or those other things that were used to disguise. What she was right now was an innocent schoolgirl with her ground was shaking.

Knowing that another persona of her had been summoned: different from the other twelve on some other time that possessed her, Hannah Forteza would name her as The Epiphany.

For why she would call her by the name of it, was by the some factors that were worth to be considered: first, it resembled the number of thirteen, not just that's what her age when she was born, but also it was the same number from the list together with her other persona that The Epiphany appeared; secondly, it was a festival, meant to imply leverage to the crowd in her surroundings; lastly, it was the moment that you saw things clearer and keenly, and under the sunglass was not what she meant of. Either good or bad, she was entitled to keep her own thoughts.

Trying to locate herself from the disposition, she remembered that she was already late. Right, she was already was. It's already 8:07 A.M. if the nearest clock would be the base, and probably the gate was already closed. Beyond the lens of sunglass, she identified that the particular environment she was in right now was familiar.

Uninformed by the arrival of emergency, the steel green gate was idling open that as of now nobody planned to close it. The star of the ceremony, the national flag, was wagging to the eastward course of the wind like a bird always did, had a plan of following next to it but ended up left behind. School uniforms like hers were everywhere, maroon colored skirts and white sleeved blouses were what required in order to be in. Therefore she was in.

Welcome to Xyrale High School Hannah Forteza-- insert Earthquake.

And whistle.

While her sight was transfixed at the crowd-- in a distant front of her-- that high pitched sound that came out of nowhere, made her head to cock from there to here.

Here, she seen the Chief of Police of Pulupandan, Jim Cauldron, called the attention of everyone including her.

With his only four words and intricate demonstrations, Hannah Forteza knew that she should partake. And that she did: She dropped and hold.

She smiled.