"Five students are confirmed lost!" "Damn it! Does the school even planning for some class suspension!?" "I'm scared as chicken-sh*t! Our safety's not guaranteed at all!" A cold Wednesday morning brimful of fear; Jerwin could hear almost all of the complaints his fellow students were bailing out. Eyes were staring fixed and straight onto nowhere. His gloomy atmosphere was able to magnetize others: "Oh! There he is! Jerwin!" "Man! Life goes on huh?" "The heck... what had just happened?" Jerwin gave them his answer: silence. "Guys! Just knock it off! You are all being inconsiderate and insensitive! Let's give him some space!" Michaela, everyone's hero. "I'm okay, don't worry..." Jerwin had finally spoke his distorted words. Half-truth. "We know it's hard. We all have no idea what the hell is going on... so if you want some helping-hand, we're here." Elisha said. "Thank you Elisha, thank you guys." Jerwin appreciated those words, but he did not need them. They went ahead and left Jerwin sitting alone on a bench. Girls were really nice to him. Most of them had been acknowledging his kindness as well his hair: sheen, soft, and black. Well, for the time being, that was not his concern; his friends were reported lost for about 3 weeks; 5 boys, and all were Jerwin's close friends. "Jer!" Joey yelled out. "Jerwin! Hi, uhm... sorry to bother you at this time, but--" Joey said. "No, it's okay, just go on." Jerwin said, as he was trying not to be a burden for Joey. "Okay, I was just thinking if you would allow me to do the research-project for the meantime... you know, for you to be at ease." Joey, the new hero gave his words-of-light. "No! No, that would be unfair! Don't mind it!" Jerwin as he refused. "It's okay, I'm just concerned about you, I know how cruel it is, so allow me." Joey as well refused to give in. So then, at the brink of anticipation of it all, Jerwin lose. Jerwin considered Joey as the nicest person he had ever met. He finally found the light of joy; the riling demand from within was at its borderline. Jerwin gave his home-address, in order for Joey to pick-up the stuff intended for the research-project that Jerwin had been keeping. On a bright and warm Saturday, Joey had arrived at Jerwin's house: "Whoa! This is a huge house!" Joey said to himself in astonishment; he was thinking if how many people are living in that unusually large house. As Joey called for Jerwin at the front gate, he smelled a strange odor; he then fainted out of nowhere. Curtains that were seemingly blue in color, surrounding the square room with darkness; Joey gained consciousness. He found himself sitting on a chair; his whole body was secured with chains. "Oh God, please! What's going on! I might be in the wrong house!" Joey told to himself, while he was being overpowered by fear, telling him that he might die soon. He soon smelled something that was familiar; a strange odor he suddenly smelled awhile ago; it was like... the smell of burning hair. He then heard someone at the door on his left. It opened, and that someone confidently showed his whole being. "Jerwin!?" Joey then blinded by confusion. Jerwin did not utter any words to Joey; he just proceeded towards a table right in front of Joey. "JER! JERWIN! What's going on!? Please help me! I don't understand!" Joey cried out. "Do you feel light? I mean, there's nothing on your head now." As Jerwin held up a bowl, and took a pinch of powdery substance from it. "I cleared it all Joey, all of it... to ease your burden." Jerwin said while wearing his expressionless face. Joey seemed to understand what Jerwin was talking about. "What... what the hell's wrong with you?" Joey said, as if he had no choice but to give up; he did not even bother to ask why did Jerwin removed all of his hair; what is he going to do with it. He even thought that Jerwin had something to do with the guys who were still missing. Jerwin did not speak any answer. He then held a spoon, took 1 scoop of the powdery substance from the bowl, he placed it in a mug, and he poured hot water into it. "Well, this is how I gain so much attention. I'm a bum, but my hair diverts everything what's awful in me." Jerwin said. Joey was completely in cease; he was drowning by stress and fear. Jerwin then took a sip of the hot drink he made. "Mmm... this one's good! Would like to have a drink of your own flavor? Here, take a sip."