I read the message seven times. Not because I didn't understand it. Because I understood it too well. Raka: Lun, don't find out. Four words. Simple. Normal. There shouldn't have been anything strange about it. But there was. Raka had never called me Lun. For almost two years, he'd had the annoying habit of calling me Luna. He said Aluna sounded too formal, while Luna suited someone who could get mad just because someone took her fries. I'd complained about it once. He kept doing it anyway. So who had just sent me this message? My hands moved quickly. Me: Is this Raka? The message was sent. One checkmark. Two. Read. No answer. Me: Rak? His status changed to online. I waited. There was no typing indicator. Five seconds later— Last seen 12:58 a.m. “Holy shit.” I called Naya immediately. Once. No answer. Twice. Still nothing. She finally picked up on the third call. “If this is about a cockroach, I’m hanging up.” “Nay.” Silence for a moment. “Why do you sound like you just saw a ghost?” “Maybe I did just see a ghost.” “Aluna, it’s one in the morning.” “Raka texted me.” There was no answer. I checked the screen to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “Nay?” “Say that again.” “Raka. Texted. Me.” “Video call.” The call ended. Two seconds later, an incoming video call appeared. I answered. Naya’s face appeared, her hair a mess and her eyes half-closed. “Where?” I turned the camera toward the chat screen. “Read it.” Naya narrowed her eyes. “‘Lun, don’t find out.’ Find out what?” “I don’t know.” “Then why are you so pale?” I turned the camera back. “Raka has never called me Lun.” The sleepy look vanished from Naya’s face. “Seriously?” “Have you ever seen him call me that?” Naya thought about it. “I don’t think so...” “Not ‘I don’t think so.’ Never.” I opened my gallery and showed her a screenshot of the message from the anonymous account. “And before that, I got this.” Naya read it. Her expression grew more serious. “Screenshot everything.” “Already did.” “Good. We’ll talk tomorrow.” “Why tomorrow?” “Because at one in the morning, my brain can only choose between sleeping and panicking. And I choose sleeping.” “Naya!” “Luna.” Her tone changed. “Don’t reply to Raka again tonight.” I fell silent. “Why?” “Because we don’t know who has that phone.” The words made the room feel colder. “What if it really is Raka?” “Ask him directly tomorrow.” I let out a hollow laugh. “Easy for you to say.” “It is.” Naya yawned. “Go to sleep. And don’t turn into a midnight detective.” The call ended. I put my phone beside my pillow. Five minutes later, I picked it up again. I really had no self-respect. But this time, I didn’t open my chat with Raka. I opened my old conversation with Naya and searched for the word Lun. There were a lot of results. Naya called me that all the time. Keanu did too. A few classmates as well. Raka? I searched for his name. Nothing. Not once. I should have gone to sleep. Instead, I didn’t close my eyes until three in the morning. ________________________________________ “You look like a corpse that failed to get buried.” I dropped my head onto the desk. “Good morning to you too, Naya.” It was 7:12, and Class XII-3 was already filled with the voices of people far too energetic for a Monday morning. Naya sat in front of me, drinking from a carton of milk. “Where’s your phone?” “Why?” “Hand it over.” I gave it to her. She read all the screenshots from last night. “I have three possibilities,” she said. I raised my head. “First, Raka really did text you.” “Impossible.” “Why?” “Because of the way he called me.” “People can change.” “In two months, he forgot how to address his ex?” Naya shrugged. “Second, someone else has Raka’s phone.” “Exactly.” “Third—” She hadn’t finished when someone pulled out the chair beside me. “Morning, fellow failures at moving on.” Keanu. He dropped his bag onto the desk and sat down like he owned the place. I immediately snatched the phone from Naya’s hand. Too late. Keanu raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Nothing,” I answered. “If Naya’s holding your phone with that serious look on her face, then either there’s gossip or you did something stupid.” “Both,” Naya said. “NAY.” Keanu grinned. “Interesting.” I slipped the phone into my pocket. “None of your business.” His smile faded a little. “Raka?” I said nothing. Keanu always had the infuriating ability to guess the things I didn’t want to talk about. Naya sighed. “He texted Luna last night.” Keanu turned quickly. “Raka?” “Supposedly.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the message. Keanu read it without saying a word. Five seconds. Ten. Then his brow furrowed. “This isn’t Raka.” I stared at him. “How are you so sure?” Keanu handed the phone back. “His typing style.” My heart beat a little faster. “What do you mean?” “Raka doesn’t type like this.” Naya leaned closer. “How do you know?” Keanu looked like he was about to answer, but the bell cut off the conversation. The teacher walked in. Everyone hurried back to their seats. Keanu stood up. Before he left, he leaned slightly toward me. “I’ll explain during break.” I wanted to call after him, but the teacher had already told us to open our books. I didn’t understand a single sentence throughout the lesson. My thoughts were stuck on Keanu’s words. This isn’t Raka. If Keanu had noticed it too, then I wasn’t overreacting. Something was wrong. When the bell rang for break, I immediately went looking for Keanu. His chair was empty. “Naya, where’s Keanu?” “He left a little while ago.” I picked up my phone. Me: Where are you? Unread. Naya and I finally headed to the cafeteria. We had just reached the second-floor hallway when I stopped walking. Down below, near the school’s side gate, I saw someone standing. Tall. A black jacket. His hands were in his pockets. I recognized the way he stood even from that far away. Raka. My chest immediately tightened. “Luna?” Naya followed my gaze. She froze too. “What’s he doing here?” I didn’t know. Raka had graduated last year. There was no reason for him to come to school this early in the morning. Then someone walked up to him. Keanu. Naya and I looked at each other. Without a word, we went downstairs. But before we reached the gate, we heard Keanu’s voice. “You texted Luna last night?” I stopped behind the wall. Raka didn’t answer right away. “What?” “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” “I didn’t text her.” I tightened my grip on my bag strap. Keanu let out a short laugh. “The message exists.” “What time?” “Around one.” Silence. Then Raka’s voice came out softer. “One?” “Yeah.” There was something in his tone. Not confusion. Fear. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped out from behind the wall. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it?” Raka turned. His face changed immediately when he saw me. “Luna.” That one word made me even more certain. Luna. Not Lun. I walked closer and held up my phone screen. “This came in last night.” Raka read the message. The color drained from his face. “Who knows your phone password?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “Raka.” “Block my number.” I fell silent. “What?” “Now.” “Are you kidding?” “Luna, block me.” “I’m asking who sent this message!” Raka looked at me. There were so many things in his gaze that I didn’t understand. Fear. Anger. And something that looked like guilt. Then he said the words that doubled all my questions. “Because from now on, if you get any messages from my number—” Raka stopped. “—just assume they’re not from me.” Keanu tensed. Naya grabbed my arm. I stared at Raka. “Why?” Raka didn’t answer. Instead, he looked toward my phone. Right as the screen lit up. A new message came in. Not from Raka. From another anonymous account. There was only one photo. A photo of the four of us. Me. Naya. Keanu. And Raka. Standing in front of the school gate. Taken less than a minute ago. Beneath the photo was a message. Do you believe me now?