IT WAS around nine in the evening. You were going home from work, walking amidst the dark alleyways of Manila.

The night was eerie, and the hair on your back suddenly rose when you heard a gunshot.

With a headstart, you walked hastily. All you wanted was to get home as quick as possible.

But as soon as you turned to the corner of the street, you came face to face with the body of a young school girl — drowning in a pool of her own blood.

You took a step closer, only to see the name on the girl's ID.

It read: Justice.