Leo was still holding Raka's letter.
His hand didn't move.
His eyes were fixed on a single sentence that felt like a hard blow.
Including Dad.
The words kept spinning through his head.
All this time, Leo had thought of his father as the calmest person in the house. Someone who always worked hard. Someone who rarely spoke but was always there when his family needed him.
But now, one letter from his older brother made everything feel different.
“Leo.”
Rian's voice brought him back to reality.
Leo quickly folded the letter.
“How'd you get here?”
Rian walked a few steps inside.
“I followed you.”
“Why?”
“Because you've been acting weird since yesterday.”
Leo sighed.
“You shouldn't have followed me.”
Rian immediately frowned.
“Don't say that.”
“What?”
“Don't act like you have to face everything alone.”
That made Leo go quiet.
Rian joked around a lot. He was always making things livelier. But this time, his expression was completely serious.
Farel looked at Rian.
“Is he your friend?”
Leo nodded.
“Yeah.”
Farel looked toward Naya.
“Does he know everything?”
“Not yet.”
Rian immediately looked at them.
“Hold on.”
He pointed at them one by one.
“Does someone want to explain why I feel like I walked into the wrong place?”
No one laughed.
Normally, Leo would have joined in.
But that night was different.
Finally, Leo said,
“Rian, I'll explain. But after we get out of here.”
“Why?”
“Because this place isn't safe.”
Rian looked around.
Only then did he realize that there really was something strange about the atmosphere in the warehouse.
“Who was that guy who left earlier?”
“Damar.”
“Who's Damar?”
Leo looked at the letter in his hand.
“That's what I'm trying to figure out.”
They finally left the warehouse.
The night air felt colder than before.
Leo walked toward his motorcycle.
But before he could start the engine, Farel approached him.
“Leo.”
“What?”
“Don't go home yet.”
Leo turned to him.
“Why?”
“Because if that letter is true, your house might not be safe.”
Leo immediately fell silent.
“You're serious?”
Farel nodded.
“I don't know how deeply your father is involved. But Raka never wrote anything without a reason.”
Leo tightened his grip on the handlebars.
“Then who am I supposed to trust?”
No one answered.
Because everyone there knew that question didn't have an easy answer.
Naya stepped closer.
“There is one place.”
Leo looked at her.
“What place?”
“Bayu's house.”
“Who's Bayu?”
“Raka's friend.”
Leo remembered the name.
The name Farel had mentioned earlier.
“Is he still there?”
Naya nodded.
“He might be the only person who can explain how all of this started.”
Leo checked the time.
It was almost midnight.
“Should we go there now?”
Farel shook his head.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because if Bayu is still being watched, showing up in the middle of the night will only put him in danger.”
Leo hated waiting.
But this time, he knew Farel was right.
Eventually, they went their separate ways.
Rian went with Leo.
They didn't speak the entire ride home.
Normally, Rian would ramble about anything and everything.
But this time, he chose to stay quiet.
Until they stopped in front of Leo's house.
Rian turned off the motorcycle.
“Leo.”
“Hmm?”
“I don't know what's really going on.”
Leo looked at him.
“But there's one thing.”
“What?”
“Don't turn into someone who only trusts his own thoughts.”
Leo fell silent.
“Sometimes you're too sure you can solve everything yourself.”
The words reminded him of what Naya had said.
Raka was just like him.
Always convinced he could control everything.
“Thanks.”
Rian gave him a small smile.
“You're buying me meatballs tomorrow.”
Leo let out a quiet laugh.
“You're still thinking about food?”
“Of course. Whether the problem's solved or not, hungry is hungry.”
For the first time that night, Leo smiled a little.
But when he entered the house, the atmosphere changed again.
The living room light was still on.
His father was sitting there alone.
As if he had been waiting.
“Where have you been?”
His father's voice was calm.
Leo stopped.
“Out.”
“With who?”
Leo looked at his father.
“Why?”
His father didn't answer.
Their eyes met.
For a few seconds, Leo felt as if he were talking to a stranger.
“Do you know Raka?”
The question made his father's expression change.
Only slightly.
But Leo saw it.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Just answer me.”
His father stood up.
“Leo.”
“Do you know him or not?”
“I already told you not to get involved in old matters.”
Leo gave a quiet laugh.
“So it's true.”
“What is?”
“You know something.”
His father fell silent.
Leo took out the photograph he'd brought from the warehouse.
He placed it on the table.
His father's expression changed instantly.
“Where did you get this?”
“From a place connected to Raka.”
His father picked up the photograph.
His hands were trembling slightly.
“You were never supposed to find this.”
Leo stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because your brother wanted you to stay away from this mess.”
“Or because you were afraid I'd find out?”
His father looked at Leo.
It was a look Leo had never seen before.
There was fear in it.
Not anger.
Fear.
“Leo, listen to me.”
“No.”
Leo shook his head.
“I've been listening to people tell me I'm not ready for too long.”
His father went quiet.
“I just want to know the truth.”
Several seconds passed.
Finally, his father sat back down.
“Raka wasn't a victim.”
Leo fell silent.
“What do you mean?”
“He made his own decisions.”
“What decisions?”
His father looked at the photograph.
“He came up with a strategy to bring down the people he believed were dangerous.”
“And?”
“His strategy worked.”
Leo grew even more confused.
“If it worked, why did he leave?”
His father didn't answer right away.
Then he said quietly,
“Because after he won, he realized there was something bigger than the people he'd fought.”
Leo held his breath.
“What was it?”
His father looked toward the stairs.
“Our family.”
The room immediately fell silent.
Leo felt a weight in his chest.
“What do you mean?”
But before his father could answer, they heard something fall from the upstairs floor.
They both turned at once.
“Is there someone in the house?”
Leo's father stood up.
He walked toward the stairs.
Leo followed behind him.
When they reached the upper floor, Raka's bedroom door, which had always been locked, stood open.
Even though no one had ever opened it.
Leo's father stopped.
His face went pale.
“Impossible.”
Leo looked inside the room.
On Raka's old desk sat an object.
A notebook.
And on its cover was a black triangle symbol.
Leo took a step forward.
But his father immediately grabbed his hand.
“Don't touch that.”
Leo looked at him.
“Why?”
His father said quietly,
“Because that book is the reason your brother disappeared.”
Leo stared at the book.
His curiosity overcame his fear.
And that night, Leo knew.
Raka's biggest secret had just been revealed.