Some voices only become frightening once we know who they belong to. I stood a few steps from my bedroom door. My phone was pressed to my ear. Raka was still on the line. “Who is it?” he whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Knock. Knock. Knock. “Luna?” The voice came again. Calm. Too calm. I knew it. Not from school. Not from my circle of friends. But from someone who came to our house almost every week, ate at the same table as my family, and was always welcomed by Mom without suspicion. Bima. Damar’s best friend since high school. The person I’d always called Bima. “Luna, I know you’re in there.” My hand trembled. “Bima,” I whispered. Raka went silent on the phone. Then— “Don’t open the door.” His tone changed. He wasn’t worried anymore. He was afraid. “You know him?” “Luna, listen to me. Whatever he says, don’t open the door.” My heart slammed against my chest. Outside, Bima let out a breath. “I just want to talk.” I tightened my grip on the phone. “Talk from there.” Silence. “So you already know?” The question sent a chill down my neck. “Know what?” “More than you’re supposed to.” I stared at the doorknob. “Were you the one sending the anonymous messages?” Bima gave a soft laugh. “If I was the one sending them, why would I tell you to stop?” He was right. The anonymous messages had only kept giving me clues. “Then who was it?” “That’s what I’m here to explain.” “Explain it from there.” Bima was silent for a few seconds. Then I heard footsteps. Moving away. I almost felt relieved. Until I heard a small click. The doorknob moved. I stepped back. “Bima!” “Luna, open it yourself.” I stared at the lock. It was still locked. “I don’t want to worry your mom.” He delivered the threat like it was an ordinary sentence. Raka heard him. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said. “Don’t answer him.” Suddenly, Damar’s voice came from downstairs. “Bim?” The doorknob stopped moving. Quick footsteps raced up the stairs. “What are you doing in front of my sister’s room?” Silence. I pressed my ear to the door. “I just want to talk to Luna,” Bima replied. “Come downstairs.” “Dam—” “I said come downstairs.” There was something in Damar’s voice I had never heard before. Bima let out a short laugh. “You still want to pretend you can protect her?” “Get out of my house.” “If you’d listened to me from the start, none of this would’ve happened.” I unlocked the door. Raka immediately spoke through the phone. “Luna, don’t.” I opened the door a crack. Damar stood in the hallway with his back to me. Bima stood in front of him. Bima’s face was still the same as I remembered. Friendly. Calm. And that was exactly what made me shiver. His gaze shifted to me. “Luna.” Damar turned at once. “Get back in your room.” “No.” “Luna.” I stepped all the way out. “He’s in the May 17 recording.” Bima’s expression changed. Just a little. But I saw it. Damar closed his eyes. “Damn it.” I stared at him. “So you knew?” “Luna, this isn’t the time.” “Why is it never the time?” Bima leaned against the wall. “Because your brother always thinks staying quiet can solve a problem.” “Shut up,” Damar said. “You’ve kept quiet for twelve years. And what did that accomplish?” Twelve years. I looked at Bima. “You knew me when I was a kid?” He gave me a faint smile. “More than you remember.” Suddenly, my head began to throb. A dark hallway. The smell of dust. Someone’s hand gripping my shoulder. I flinched. “Luna?” Damar moved closer. I stepped back. Another fragment surfaced. A little boy crying. Raka. Someone’s voice. Don’t tell anyone. I held my head. “I’ve seen you before.” Bima was no longer smiling. “In that building.” Damar stepped in front of me. “That’s enough.” “He was there,” I said. I didn’t know whether it was a memory or fear creating the image. But Bima’s face felt familiar. Long before I knew him as my brother’s best friend. Bima exhaled. “You’re remembering it wrong.” The words made me look at him. “I haven’t even said what I remember.” He fell silent. Damar turned sharply toward him. A mistake. Bima knew. And now we all knew that he knew. The sound of a motorcycle stopping came from in front of the house. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang over and over. Raka. Bima looked toward the stairs. “He still always comes when you’re in trouble.” I stared at him. “You hate Raka?” “Hate?” Bima smiled bitterly. “Raka was just a kid who saw something he wasn’t supposed to.” “What?” There was no answer. Damar grabbed him by the collar. “What did you do to them back then?” Bima slapped his hand away. “Don’t act so righteous. You were there too.” I froze. “What?” Damar let go of Bima. “Damar?” He didn’t look at me. “You were in that building?” Damar was silent. I felt sick. “Answer me.” “I got there later.” “You said the police found me.” “I never said that.” I tried to remember our earlier conversation. He was right. Damar had only said that I was found inside the building. Not who had found me. “You found me?” Damar finally nodded. “Bima and I did.” The world seemed to tilt. “Why was he there?” Damar looked at Bima. “Because he was the one who said he knew where you were.” I looked at Bima. “How did you know?” Bima didn’t answer. The doorbell downstairs rang again. Mom’s voice echoed through the house. Then Raka’s. Bima started toward the stairs. Damar blocked him. “You’re not going anywhere.” “I didn’t come here to start a fight.” “Then what did you come for?” Bima looked at me. “To take something that doesn’t belong to Luna.” I remembered immediately. Raka’s old phone. It was in my bag. Bima saw my reaction. He knew. “That phone,” he said. I stepped back. “Why do you want it?” “Because what’s on it won’t help you.” “Then there’s something on it.” Bima sighed. “Give it to me.” “No.” Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Raka appeared. The moment he saw Bima, he stopped. For the first time, I saw pure hatred on Raka’s face. “You.” Bima smiled. “Long time no see.” Raka walked quickly over and stood in front of me. “Leave.” “Still playing the hero?” “Leave before I call the police.” Bima laughed. “The police?” He pulled out his phone. “Great. We can give them this while we’re at it.” A video began to play. The footage was dark. The date in the corner of the screen read: MAY 17 — 10:23 P.M. I saw Raka. Damar. And Bima. The three of them were inside the school building. Then the camera shifted. Someone was lying on the floor. I couldn’t see their face. “Who is that?” I asked. No one answered. “Who?” Bima stopped the video. Raka had gone pale. Damar clenched his fists. Bima looked at me. “This is why the two of them lied to you.” I swallowed. “Who is that person?” Bima gave me a faint smile. “The person who’s been sending you messages for the past two months.” My phone vibrated. As if it had been waiting for that sentence to end. Anonymous number. One new message. Don’t trust Bima. Then a second message. I wasn’t the one lying on the floor that night. I raised my head. A third message came in. Because Bima was the one lying there. I looked at the screen. Then at Bima. If that message was true— the video he had just shown us had been manipulated. And someone in this house was lying.