Phoenix would rather stay in Baguio and work his ass off than to experience the buzzing life in the metro. He'd rather bury himself in his work than to go out and have some dirty fun like his lunatic friends. He'd rather feel the cold, damp weather than to feel the heat in the center city.
 
He hated the traffic. He hated the noisy street. He hated hot places. He fucking hated everything that had something to do with big, buzzing city.
Then, everything changed...
 
And those changes were not acceptable to him. Not in a lifetime.