The Attack

A crumbling safehouse on the outskirts of Jakarta shrouded in shadows. The air is thick with humidity, and the faint light of dawn barely touches the dusty windows. Silence hangs heavy, the calm before the storm.

The room is scattered with maps, scattered supplies, and the remnants of hastily eaten meals. Tension is palpable as the rebels prepare for their next move. They are weary, shaken from the revelations of betrayal, but determined to continue the fight.

Outside, the world is still, deceptively peaceful.

Until it isn’t.

A deafening explosion shattered the morning stillness.

The walls trembled, cracks spider-webbing across the old plaster. Windows shattered inward, raining glass onto the concrete floor. The shockwave threw them off their feet, dust swirling in the air, choking their screams.

Before they could process the chaos, gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the walls. The Nine Dragons had found them.