The sirens sounded closer and closer.
Alya was still kneeling on the floor, pressing down on Raka's shoulder wound. Blood was beginning to soak her palm, but Raka was still conscious.
"Raka, don't close your eyes."
Raka groaned softly. "I'm still conscious."
"Don't talk."
"Alya..."
"Just be quiet."
For the first time, Alya's voice sounded firm.
Raka stared at her for several seconds, then nodded.
The courtroom doors flew open.
Several police officers entered with their weapons trained ahead.
"Raka!"
"Secure the room!"
Two of them immediately checked the hallway while the others helped lift Raka.
Alya slowly stood up.
Her eyes immediately searched for Arka.
But the man was already gone.
"Where did Arka go?" she asked.
No one answered.
A police officer approached her. "Who shot Raka?"
"A masked man."
"Where did he go?"
Alya pointed toward the hallway. "That way."
Two officers immediately gave chase.
But several minutes later, they returned.
"Sir, there's no one here."
Alya frowned.
Impossible.
The building had only one main exit.
Yet Arka had vanished just like that.
As if the old building had a secret passage they didn't know about.
Raka was rushed to the hospital.
Alya rode along in the police car.
She didn't speak the entire way.
Raka's blood still stained her hands.
There was only one sentence in her mind.
"Don't trust the person who will come to help you."
Who had Raka meant?
Arka?
Or someone else?
When the car arrived at the hospital, Raka was immediately taken to the treatment room.
Alya sat in the waiting room.
She stared at her phone.
There were no new messages.
But the photo of the courtroom was still saved there.
She zoomed in on it.
Seven victim photos.
Seven cases.
And one line of text:
PRIMARY DEFENDANT: ALYA MAHARDIKA
Alya closed her eyes.
She was beginning to realize something.
All this time, the culprit had always given them clues.
But every clue had brought them closer to her family's past.
Maybe this wasn't about killing her.
Maybe the culprit wanted to force her to find something.
Something her father had hidden.
Something even Raka had been afraid to tell her.
Her phone vibrated.
An unknown number.
Alya opened the message immediately.
Do you want to know why your father died?
Alya held her breath.
A second message came in.
Come alone.
Then a location was sent.
Alya stared at the address.
An old warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
She knew she shouldn't go.
But there was one question she couldn't ignore.
Why had her father died?
Everyone had always said her father died in an accident.
But now Alya was beginning to doubt it.
She stood up.
A police officer on guard immediately asked, "Miss, where are you going?"
"I'm going out for a little while."
"Raka told us not to let you leave."
Alya fell silent.
Then she replied, "I just want to buy a drink."
The officer nodded.
Alya walked out.
But she wasn't heading for the cafeteria.
She was heading for the hospital exit.
The old warehouse was about twenty minutes from the hospital.
Alya arrived alone.
The sky was already dark.
A light rain was falling.
She stood in front of the warehouse door.
"Here?"
There was no answer.
Alya pushed the door open.
Creeeak...
The room was dark.
There was only one lamp hanging in the center.
The lamp turned on when Alya entered.
Beneath it was a table.
On the table sat a box.
Alya approached it.
It was the same kind of box she'd found before.
But this time, there was no judge's gavel symbol.
Only the words:
FOR ALYA.
Alya opened the box.
Inside was an old cassette tape.
A cassette player.
And a photograph.
A photo of her father.
Alya put the tape into the player.
A hiss filled the room.
Then her father's voice emerged.
"Alya..."
Alya's body immediately went rigid.
The voice sounded like it came from a recording made many years ago.
"If you're hearing this recording, it means I'm already gone."
Alya covered her mouth.
Tears began to fall.
"I knew that one day you'd find everything."
Darman's voice sounded heavy.
"I never told you everything because I wanted to protect you."
The recording stopped for several seconds.
Then the voice returned.
"Livia's case wasn't an ordinary case."
Alya leaned closer to the player.
"The person who killed Livia isn't who you think."
Alya's heart pounded.
"It's someone who had access to all the case documents."
The recording stopped.
Alya pressed the button.
The voice returned.
"And if that person is still alive, they'll come looking for you."
Alya held her breath.
"Don't trust the police."
The recording stopped again.
Alya stared at the device.
"Why?"
She pressed the button repeatedly.
There was no sound.
Then she heard a click.
The back of the player popped open.
Inside was a small sheet of paper.
Alya picked it up.
There was only one name written on it.
Raka Adiputra.
Alya fell silent.
Eleven o'clock that night.
Alya returned to the hospital.
She walked toward Raka's room.
But before entering, she stopped outside the door.
Two police officers stood there.
"How is he?"
"He's still under the doctor's care."
Alya nodded.
She opened the door.
Raka was lying in bed.
His face was pale.
When he saw Alya, his eyes immediately opened.
"Where have you been?"
Alya said nothing.
"Alya?"
"I went looking for answers."
Raka stared at her.
"You went alone?"
"Yes."
"Are you crazy?"
"Why are you angry?"
"Because you could've been killed."
Alya stared at him.
"Like my father?"
Raka fell silent.
Alya walked closer.
"My father didn't die in an accident, did he?"
Raka didn't answer.
"Answer me."
Raka closed his eyes.
"Alya..."
"Is it true or not?"
Raka opened his eyes again.
"It's true."
Alya felt like she couldn't breathe.
"So all this time..."
"Your father was murdered."
Tears fell from Alya's eyes.
"Who?"
Raka turned his face away.
"I don't have proof yet."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
Alya took the paper from her pocket and placed it on the table.
The name was clearly visible.
RAKA ADIPUTRA.
Raka immediately fell silent.
The color seemed to drain from his face.
"Where did you get this?"
"At the warehouse."
"Who gave it to you?"
"Someone who knows everything."
Raka stared at the paper for a long time.
Then he said softly, "You need to leave."
"Why?"
"Because now they know you've found this."
"No."
"Alya, listen to me."
Raka tried to sit up but winced in pain.
"From now on, don't trust anyone."
Alya stared at him.
"Not even you?"
Raka fell silent.
Several seconds passed.
Then he answered,
"Especially not me."
Alya froze.
Before she could ask anything else, the room lights suddenly went out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
An alarm sounded from the hallway.
Then came the sound of footsteps.
Alya backed away.
Raka tried to reach for her hand.
"Alya, don't move."
The door slowly opened.
Someone entered.
His shadow appeared beneath the hallway light.
Alya held her breath.
The man closed the door from inside.
Then a voice she knew all too well rang out.
"It's time you learned everything."
Alya stared at the figure.
Arka.
But this time, Arka wasn't alone.
A woman stood behind him.
Alya recognized her immediately from an old photograph.
The woman Alya had always believed was dead.
Livia Wijaya.
Alya took several steps back.
"That's... impossible."
Arka looked at her.
"Welcome to the final part of the first case."
Livia smiled faintly.
"And now, Alya..."
She looked at the girl with an unreadable expression.
"...we're going to talk about your father."