The Songbird’s Silence

The golden hues of the Jakarta sunset stretched across the city, the bustling streets beneath seemingly unaware of the storm brewing in the air. Traffic crawled along the busy thoroughfares, honking horns blending with the low hum of the city’s pulse. But overhead, the massive billboards flickered to life, bathing the streets in artificial light. On the largest screen in the city center, Tessa’s face appeared, her eyes cold, calculating.

“We trusted her. We celebrated her voice,” Tessa’s voice echoed from every corner of the city. “But behind the music lies a dangerous agenda.”