MANANG: The Origin of the Manananggal

In the quiet villages of Capiz, they whisper about a woman who was never truly human. One stormy night, someone knocked on her door… and it wasn’t human either. She made a deal with a spirit... trading her soul for power. But power comes with a price. Now, every full moon, a hunger takes over. Her body splits in half... the top half flies, the bottom is left behind like a corpse. She hunts in the dark… for unborn hearts, for warm blood. And to this day, the old folks say… there are still eyes watching from the shadows.