The old man, Encik Harun, had seen things that no one in Pasir Gudang dared speak of. When Sarah approached him with questions about Kilang Senyap, his face grew ashen. His hands trembled, the grip on his walking stick tightening. 

“You don’t understand what you’re dealing with,” he warned, his voice low and hoarse.

“The factory... it is cursed. It was built on cursed land, and the spirits there are not benevolent. They are hungry, angry. They were disturbed long ago when they were awakened... and they will never rest again.”

He spoke of the Penunggu, a malevolent spirit tied to the land, one that thrived on silence and consumed those who dared to uncover its secrets. It had once been a protector of the area, but the greed of those who built the factory had awakened it—and now, it was out for revenge.