An abandoned airstrip near Batam shrouded in mist and the distant hum of waves. A single, rusted hangar stands under the dim glow of flickering floodlights. In the silence, three figures gather—Bintang, Felix, and David—each carrying the weight of choices that could shape Southeast Asia’s future.
Felix stands with his back to the ocean, his face hardened by years of loyalty to the Nine Dragons—loyalty he no longer holds. Bintang watches him carefully, while David, still unsettled by the ancient visions in his mind, remains silent but tense. Felix lighting a cigarette, exhaling slowly.
"You think the Nine Dragons are just about power? About money, politics?" He lets the words hang, shaking his head.
Felix sighted with a low voice. "It’s bigger than that. Kalimantan—it’s not just a research site."
Bintang arms crossed, studying Felix. "Then what is it?"
Felix took a drag, then flicked the cigarette away. "An incubator."