The rain grew heavier as Raka left the city.
The road to the site of the old operation had barely changed. Tall trees stood on both sides of the road, while a thin mist began to settle between the hills.
Raka drove alone.
No Bayu.
No Laras.
No one knew where he was going.
On the seat beside him lay an old photograph and the military badge Seno had given him.
Raka glanced at them several times.
The closer he got to the site, the heavier his head felt.
Old memories began to surface.
The sound of a vehicle engine.
The smell of wet earth.
The crackle of a radio.
And someone's scream.
Raka shook his head.
"Not yet."
He wasn't ready to remember everything.
But the place was already visible in the distance.
An old building stood in the middle of the forest.
Its walls were covered in moss.
Its roof was damaged.
Its windows were shattered.
The place had been abandoned for a long time.
But to Raka, the building was more than just a building.
That was where everything had ended.
His career.
His friendships.
And his trust in the people he had once considered family.
Raka stopped the car.
He got out.
The rain immediately soaked his face.
A few steps later, he stood in front of the building's door.
The wooden door was still the same.
Raka touched it.
His hand trembled slightly.
He pushed the door open.
A long creak rang out.
Darkness.
Raka turned on his phone's flashlight.
Dust covered the floor.
Several old tables were still in place.
There were bullet marks on the walls.
Raka walked slowly.
Then stopped.
There was something on the floor.
A small mark almost completely covered by dust.
Raka crouched down.
He wiped it clean with his hand.
A symbol.
The same symbol as the scratch on the military badge Seno had given him.
Raka took out the badge.
The symbols matched.
"So this is the clue."
He directed the light toward the wall.
There was a small inscription.
Almost impossible to see.
ROOM THREE.
Raka walked down the hallway.
The first door.
Empty.
The second door.
Empty.
The third door.
Locked.
Raka examined the handle.
Then a voice came from behind him.
"Don't open it."
Raka spun around.
Seno stood at the end of the hallway.
Raka was startled.
"You?"
Seno stared at him.
"I knew you'd come."
"Why did you follow me?"
"I didn't follow you."
Seno pointed upward.
"You've been followed since you left the city."
Raka looked at the ceiling.
"What do you mean?"
"The person who sent that message wanted you to come here."
"So you know who they are?"
Seno shook his head.
"No."
Raka stepped closer.
"You always have half an answer."
"Because the full answer could get you killed."
Raka fell silent.
Seno walked toward the third door.
"This place is hiding something."
"What?"
"Our biggest mistake."
Seno touched the door.
"Behind this door is something that never made it into the official report."
Raka looked at him.
"Then open it."
Seno shook his head.
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"Because we're not alone."
Footsteps sounded outside.
One.
Two.
Three.
Raka immediately turned off the flashlight.
The two of them hid behind the wall.
The main door opened.
Three men entered.
They carried flashlights.
Raka peered through a gap.
Their faces were difficult to make out.
One of the men said,
"He must have come."
The second man replied,
"The order was clear. Don't let Raka leave this place."
Raka looked at Seno.
Seno only raised one finger to his lips.
Quiet.
Raka realized something.
They hadn't come to steal the documents.
They had come for him.
Several minutes passed.
The three men began to spread out.
Raka whispered,
"We have to get out."
Seno shook his head.
"If we leave now, we'll walk right into a trap."
"Then what?"
Seno pointed to the third door.
"We go in there."
Raka stared at the locked door.
"You said not to open it."
"Things have changed."
Seno pulled out a small key.
Raka stared at it.
"You already had a key?"
"I've been here before."
Seno inserted the key.
Click.
The door opened.
Behind it was a cramped room.
There were no windows.
Only an old table and a metal cabinet.
Raka approached the cabinet.
It bore the same symbol.
He touched it.
Suddenly, a memory slammed into his head.
Raka saw himself years ago.
He was standing in the same room.
Colonel Arman Wiratama stood in front of him.
Bayu was on his right.
Laras stood behind him.
And Seno...
Seno stood in the doorway.
Colonel Arman Wiratama was holding a file folder.
"This must not leave this room."
Raka heard Colonel Arman Wiratama's voice in his memory.
"You never saw these documents."
Then another voice spoke.
"What about the witness?"
Colonel Arman Wiratama answered,
"He has to be silenced."
Raka jerked back.
He returned to the present.
His breathing was heavy.
Seno gripped his shoulder.
"You remember?"
Raka looked at him.
"A little."
"What?"
Raka stared at the metal cabinet.
"Colonel Arman Wiratama was hiding something."
Seno nodded.
"And you helped him."
Raka fell silent.
"Me?"
"Yes."
Raka shook his head.
"I couldn't have."
Seno looked at him seriously.
"Raka, that night, you weren't a victim."
Raka froze.
"What do you mean?"
Seno didn't have time to answer.
Gunshots rang out from outside the room.
One.
Two.
Three.
Seno immediately turned off the light.
"They found us."
Raka clenched his fists.
"We have to get out."
Seno pointed to the metal cabinet.
"No."
"What?"
"Take what's inside."
Raka looked at him.
"Why?"
"Because it contains the reason they're hunting you."
Raka opened the cabinet.
Inside was a black file folder.
He took it out.
But before he could open it, a voice came from behind the door.
"Raka!"
The voice made his body freeze.
A voice he knew all too well.
The voice of someone who shouldn't have been there.
Seno looked at him.
Raka whispered,
"Bayu..."
Bayu's voice came again from behind the door.
"Don't trust Seno."
Raka looked at Seno.
Seno only smiled bitterly.
"They're finally playing the way they really know how."
Raka gripped the black file folder.
Outside the door, Bayu waited.
Behind him stood three armed men.
And for the first time, Raka didn't know whom to trust.
Bayu.
Seno.
Or himself.