Inspector Rizal had always prided himself on his rational mind, on his ability to cut through the mystery and find the logical explanation behind every crime. But over the past few days, he’d felt something gnawing at him. The string of strange incidents, starting with Aisha’s unexplainable condition, was starting to feel like more than just coincidence. The town of Pasir Gudang, once full of life, seemed... dead, the air saturated with a heavy, almost tangible fear.

The unsettling feeling had been growing stronger. The whispers, the silence that seemed to invade every corner of the town... Rizal could no longer ignore it. He felt something was coming, something dark, and it was moving through the streets like an invisible predator. His phone buzzed, breaking his thoughts. The Tan family had called again. Aisha’s condition had worsened. She wasn’t just unresponsive anymore—she was beginning to change.

Rizal knew he had to act quickly. This wasn’t just a medical mystery—it was something far more sinister. As he grabbed his coat and prepared to leave, he noticed the shadows in the corners of his home seemed... deeper, darker, more alive than usual. He shook it off, trying to focus. But as he stepped into the night, the air felt heavier, colder, as if the world itself was holding its breath.