Sarah Tan, a young reporter from Pesisir News, had been hearing strange rumors circulating around Pasir Gudang. Whispers of a darkness creeping through the town. The silence. The missing people. And the factory—Kilang Senyap. There was something in the air, something that made Sarah uneasy but also intrigued. She couldn’t shake the feeling that a major story was waiting to be uncovered.

Sarah's investigation led her to the elderly woman who lived down the street from Aisha’s family. The woman, wrinkled and fragile, had witnessed things that no one else seemed to understand. 

“The factory,” she muttered, her eyes darting nervously. “It’s been... disturbed.”

When Sarah pressed her for more, the woman spoke in riddles, but it was clear that she was afraid—afraid of something at the factory. Her words were fragmented, her breath coming in quick gasps. 

“The factory... the whispers... something... old and hungry.” She fell silent before Sarah could ask anything else.

Fascinated, Sarah set out to find Kilang Senyap. The factory was rumored to be abandoned for years, but there was something alive about it—something that seemed to beckon, to pull her toward it. She felt drawn to it like a moth to flame, but she didn’t know yet how dangerous this path would be.