Jakarta – A Private Residence. Bintang stood in the dimly lit study of his father’s mansion, his hands clenched into fists. Across from him, Subianto sat behind an ornate desk, his expression unreadable. The room smelled of old books and cigar smoke, but beneath it all, there was the unmistakable scent of secrets.
Bintang coldly. “How long have you been working with the Nine Dragons?"
Subianto exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against his desk … calmly.
“You act as if I had a choice, Bintang."
Bintang voice rising. “You did have a choice. You could have fought them. Instead, you became them."
Subianto sighed, standing up and walking to the window. The Jakarta skyline glittered in the distance—a city built on shadows.
“I did what I had to do. For IKN. For Indonesia. For our family."
Bintang scoffing. “Don't you dare use ‘family’ as an excuse. You’re selling the country to criminals."