A forgotten war room beneath Jakarta, filled with ancient servers and dusty files. The dim glow of old monitors flickers, casting eerie shadows over the room. A thick layer of dust covers abandoned workstations, as if time itself had sealed away the truth.
The air was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and rusted metal. In the dim light, Subianto's figure stood firm, his presence commanding even in the decay of the long-forgotten bunker. He reached into a tattered briefcase and pulled out an old hard drive, placing it on the rusted metal table with deliberate care. The silence that followed felt heavier than the dust in the room.
"This..." pauses, his voice steady but weighted. "is the first version of the Reset. Before the Unseen Hand turned it into a weapon."
Bintang stood opposite him, arms folded tightly across his chest. His sharp gaze locked onto his father, suspicion flickering beneath the surface.
"And why am I just now hearing about this?"