Jessa Zaragoza - Masamang: Damo Target

Back on the stage the next evening, the audience cheered as the opening chords of her newest single filled the hall. The song— Masamang Damo —was a haunting ballad about a poisonous love that seemed beautiful at first but was, in truth, a dangerous weed that could choke the heart. As Jessa sang, her eyes scanned the crowd, catching the faint glow of a scarred driver in the front row, giving her a silent nod.

The night ended with a thunderous standing ovation. As the lights dimmed and the curtain fell, Jessa whispered to herself, “Masamang damo? No more.” And the echo of her words drifted out into the Manila night, a promise that even the toughest weeds could be uprooted—if only you sang the right song.

Outside, a sleek black SUV waited. Its driver, a woman with a scar across her left cheek and eyes that missed nothing, opened the back door for her. “You’re late, Jessa,” the driver said, her voice low and amused. “But better late than never. We’ve got a job for you.”

Jessa slid into the seat, the leather cool against her skin. “I’m a singer, not a spy,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.