The next day, another person fell victim to the strange affliction that had begun with Aisha. A young boy, no older than seven, stopped speaking in the middle of playing in his yard. His parents rushed him to the hospital, only to find that he was physically fine. Yet, his eyes, like Aisha’s, were empty—like he had been hollowed out.

Fear began to spread through Pasir Gudang, and the silence grew deeper. The oppressive air seemed to swallow sound, as if the town was being slowly suffocated by some unseen force. People began locking themselves indoors, whispering about the curse, about the factory.

Inspector Rizal could no longer ignore the truth: something evil was loose in the town, and it was feeding on their fear.