At night, in the gloomy streets of Manila, 25-year old Tony "Pineapple" Salamanca lies await. He does his business as soon as the sun sets.. for good reason. A few months back, on a drug deal gone wrong, he found himself hiding in an old and decrepit warehouse. Something bit him that night, but only realizing the next morning after waking up with a bloodshot eyes, strange visions and this intolerance to bright lights. A couple of days past, and he's come to the conclusion that he is sick. His intolerance to light has amplified, and so is his seemingly diminishing hunger for food. ..and then there is that pulsing and ever so magnifying ache in his head, coupled with bizarre visions; all telling him what he needs: BLOOD. Now, at present date, Tony lies await in the slums, conducting his venture into the illegal drug industry one packet at a time. His left eye regarding what could be the shadowy figure of his next costumer, his right eye looking for his next victim. He doesn't kill them (at least not intentionally), but he does what he must to get his fix... his drug... his blood shot.
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