Encik Harun listened to Sarah’s tale with growing concern, his wrinkled face drawn tight with fear. He had known something like this could happen. The Penunggu wasn’t just a spirit—it was an ancient force, a darkness born from the earth itself. It couldn’t be defeated by force alone. There was a ritual, an old, forbidden ritual, that might have a chance of banishing the spirit back to where it came from.

The ritual required a blood sacrifice, a willing participant who could bind the darkness and sever its connection to the physical world. Sarah’s heart raced as Encik Harun explained the details. The ritual would require her to confront the Penunggu one last time—in the heart of the darkness—and use the talisman to seal it once and for all.

But there was a catch. The ritual could only be performed in the very heart of the factory, the source of the Penunggu’s power. If Sarah failed, she would be lost—forever. The Penunggu would consume her soul, using her fear to grow even more powerful.

There was no time to waste. Sarah knew what had to be done.