Jakarta’s Underground

The Nine Dragons’ banners hung from every corner of Jakarta, their serpent emblem gleaming under enforced curfews. But beneath the city’s suffocated surface, a pulse quickened—the Jakarta Shadows, a mosaic of hackers, street fighters, and disillusioned soldiers stitching rebellion into the darkness.

Eka’s new lair was a crypt of wires and stolen tech, buried beneath a derelict cybercafe in Mangga Dua. Blue light from holographic screens carved shadows into her face as she sliced into the Nine Dragons’ communication grid. “Got you,” she muttered, teeth gritted, as she rerouted a convoy’s coordinates into a dead-end alley.

A teenage recruit, Joko, handed her a tangle of cables. “They’re patrolling the sewers now. Scanners every 200 meters.”

“Then we blind them.” Eka’s fingers flew, deploying a virus disguised as a maintenance update. Across the city, surveillance feeds flickered to static. “Tell Rhea the north supply route is clear. For now.”