An abandoned industrial complex outside Jakarta. The air is thick with dust, and the walls rusted with time. Machines stand like silent sentinels, long abandoned. The only light comes from flickering street lamps outside, their glow barely penetrating the interior.
Bintang crouches behind a steel pillar, his breath ragged. Blood trickles down the side of his face, mixing with sweat. Above, the dull hum of patrolling drones cuts through the night. Eka sits nearby, her fingers dancing across a hacked tablet. Kiran presses her back against the wall, eyes darting toward the exit. Felix kneels, his hands trembling as his AI-driven mind struggles to process his latest vision.
Eka grimly scanned the screen. "They’ve erased our identities. Government records. Bank accounts. It’s like we never existed."
Kiran whispers, her voice tinged with unease. "Then how are we still alive?"