Today, I almost got kidnapped and couldn't make it back. On the left was the Makati police station, and on the right was the fire station at this T-junction. I always thought this road was safe. But there was a big SUV parked on the side of the road without its lights on, and at the corner of a small road, a bald man wearing a mask was standing. As I walked forward, I saw a person standing under a tree near several motorcycles pretending to look for his bike. As I approached the T-junction, the car started and drove towards me, and at that moment, I had a suspicious thought.

However, I wasn't alert enough, thinking that kidnapping was something far from me and that this road was safe. It was only when the person standing next to the motorcycle hugged me tightly that I felt something was wrong and started to struggle and scream for help. Three or four people rushed over to kidnap me, dragging me from behind, one of them choked me around the neck so I couldn't even scream, and another one pulled my leg from behind. I felt like I couldn't struggle anymore and was about to be dragged into the car, facing the kidnappers' abuse and possibly worse.

There must have been three people pulling me, and one more driving the car. Fortunately, I usually walk fast and struggled fiercely, so I didn't stop right at the car door that was coming towards me, but the car passed by a few steps away from me.

At first, there were no cars on the road, and no one cared about me when I was being kidnapped. Fortunately, traffic suddenly increased, and a delivery motorcycle stopped in the middle of the road. Although it didn't help me, the loud shouting allowed me to walk away. Fortunately, the kidnappers, seeing more people around, didn't dare to linger, and the driver kept shouting in Chinese for the kidnappers to leave quickly. Thinking back to that urgent voice, they were also very nervous.

My will to survive was fully activated, feeling that just a few seconds later, at most 10 seconds, I would have been kidnapped. I couldn't see clearly what the car was like in the chaos, only remembering it was gray, with doors that slid back like a van. I can't stay in the Philippines anymore, better leave as soon as possible.