Sarah fled from the police station, her pulse pounding in her ears. The air around her seemed to hum with an invisible energy, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. She could still hear the echoes of Rizal’s distorted voice, calling her name, but now it was more of a hollow chant, a mocking repetition that made her skin crawl.

The town of Pasir Gudang was in chaos. People were disappearing, their voices swallowed by the same oppressive silence that had plagued Aisha and others. The streets were empty, save for the occasional flicker of movement in the shadows. Something was pulling at the fabric of the town, feeding on the fear that had taken root in everyone’s hearts.

Sarah’s thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of it all. The Penunggu was no longer confined to the factory. It had spread, burrowing deep into the town, feeding on the fear, growing stronger with each passing day. She had to act fast before it consumed everything.

She couldn’t do this alone. Her mind immediately went to Encik Harun. If anyone knew how to deal with this kind of evil, it was him.