November 3, 2029Nueva Vizcaya – Project Site 018:20 AM
The convoy arrived shortly after sunrise. November air in the valley felt colder than it had during Timothy's last visit. A thin layer of mist clung to the grass, and the muddy path leading to the school softened under the tires of the TG vehicles.
The school gate was a bent metal frame with chipped blue paint. The sign above it hung crooked, two bolts missing. Children gathered near the entrance, carrying notebooks pressed against their chests. They watched the vehicles with quiet curiosity.
Adrian stepped out first, clipboard ready. He scanned the buildings without rushing, noting every crack and missing roof sheet. Behind him, Hana checked the assessment file generated from the municipality's earlier reports.
