The night in Jakarta is a heavy, oppressive cloak of silence. The city’s streets, usually alive with energy, are eerily quiet as Bintang and Mayang move through the narrow alleyways, their footsteps soft against the wet pavement. The air is thick with the weight of uncertainty, the distant wail of sirens the only sound that cuts through the stillness—a reminder that a manhunt has begun. The city, once a place of vibrant energy, now feels like a ticking time bomb, with fear and tension simmering beneath the surface.
The mansion’s arrest of Putri has sent shockwaves through the city, and now, as the authorities tighten their grip on the Green Coalition, the need for a rescue is urgent. Bintang and Mayang have been planning this for hours, their every movement deliberate and carefully considered. Time is their enemy. They know that if they are caught, not only will their mission fail, but their lives will be forfeit. The stakes could not be higher.