As the first light of dawn crept over the streets of Bacolod City, a gruesome tableau unfolded before the National Bureau of Investigation (NBI) office—a sack, heavy with the weight of unspeakable horrors, deposited unceremoniously at its doorstep. Within this macabre container lay a collection of frozen human body parts, severed and discarded like macabre trophies in a game of deceit and betrayal.

The discovery sent shockwaves through the city, igniting whispers of conspiracy and corruption that threatened to engulf even the most stalwart defenders of justice. Among them stood NBI-Bacolod chief Renoir Baldovino, a man caught in the crossfire of a mystery that defied explanation.

As the details of the gruesome find emerged, it became clear that the shadows of suspicion loomed large over the NBI-Bacolod office. The note accompanying the body parts, bearing the damning accusation of William de Arca’s complicity in drug trafficking, cast a pall of uncertainty over the integrity of the institution.

But Chief Baldovino was quick to dismiss the allegations, citing lack of evidence and pointing to de Arca’s impeccable record as a Special Investigator. Yet, beneath the veneer of confidence lay a gnawing sense of unease—a nagging doubt that whispered of secrets yet to be uncovered.

For as Chief Baldovino delved deeper into the labyrinth of deception that surrounded the case, he found himself ensnared in a web of intrigue woven by forces beyond his comprehension. The name “Hanz Lopez,” a shadowy figure lurking in the periphery of his consciousness, taunted him with its elusiveness, a tantalizing clue to a puzzle yet unsolved.

But it was not only the specter of external threats that haunted Chief Baldovino’s every step. No, it was the creeping realization of ineptitude within his own ranks—a gnawing fear that the NBI-Bacolod office, once a bastion of justice, had become ensnared in its own web of incompetence.

And so, as the tendrils of darkness tightened their grip around him, Chief Baldovino found himself standing on the precipice of an abyss, torn between duty and despair. Yet amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there emerged a glimmer of hope—a call to action directed towards none other than Department of Justice Secretary Jesus Crispin Remulla.

Secretary Remulla, a beacon of integrity in a world shrouded in darkness, stood poised to unravel the mysteries that plagued the NBI-Bacolod office. With his unwavering resolve and steadfast commitment to truth and justice, he embodied the very essence of righteousness in a world gone mad.

I call upon Secretary Remulla to heed the whispers of suspicion that echo through the halls of power and shine a light into the darkest corners of Bacolod’s underworld. For only through his intercession can the truth be revealed and justice be served.

As the shadows lengthen and the city falls silent, let us stand united in our resolve to uncover the truth behind the frozen enigma that grips our nation. For in the heart of darkness, where secrets lie buried and betrayal lurks in the shadows, one man alone holds the key to unlocking the mysteries that haunt us all. And in that quest for truth, lies the promise of redemption—a redemption that can only be achieved through the unyielding pursuit of justice for all.