Felix’s Warning

A hidden data bunker beneath Jakarta. The air is thick with dust and the faint hum of outdated servers. The glow of multiple screens flickers against their faces as they work in near silence. Eka’s fingers moved at a frantic pace over the keyboard. Lines of code and encrypted files unraveled on the screen, revealing layer after layer of secrets buried beneath firewalls meant to be impenetrable.

Bintang stood behind her, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitor. Every new document exposed something worse than the last.

Clarissa, leaning against the steel desk, suddenly straightened. “Wait. Go back.”

Eka hesitated, her heart pounding. She scrolled back through the decrypted files, and her breath caught. “No. No way.”

Bintang’s gaze sharpened. “What is it?”

Eka’s voice was barely a whisper. “It wasn’t about choosing a leader. It was about creating one.”

Clarissa’s frown deepened. “Creating? You mean—"