Sarah arrived at the factory just as the sun set, the darkness closing in around her like a suffocating shroud. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, and the whispers from the shadows were louder than ever. She could feel the Penunggu’s presence, its malevolent gaze following her every move.

The factory seemed to pulse with life, its very walls groaning under the weight of the evil inside. Sarah stepped through the decaying doors, the darkness wrapping around her like an invisible hand, pulling her deeper into the heart of the nightmare.

In the center of the factory, she found it—the heart of the Penunggu’s power. It was a twisted, pulsating mass of shadow and smoke, flickering like a dying flame. And at its center, Rizal stood, his body still and lifeless, his face a grotesque mask of fear.

The Penunggu had taken control, using Rizal’s body as its vessel. It was feeding on his fear, growing stronger with each passing moment. But Sarah knew what she had to do. She raised the talisman high, the ancient symbol glowing with an eerie light.

She began to chant the incantation that would bind the Penunggu once more, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her insides. The darkness roared in response, its tendrils reaching out to tear her apart.

But Sarah didn’t flinch. She had come too far to turn back now.