Arelio didn't immediately turn to the next page.
He only stared at the name written in his father's notebook.
The name felt both unfamiliar and incredibly familiar.
The name of someone who had always been part of his family's life.
Someone who always smiled in front of them.
Someone who had never made Arelio suspicious in the slightest.
His hand slowly lowered the notebook.
"I don't believe it."
Raka looked at his brother's face.
"Who is it, Bro?"
Arelio didn't answer.
He was still trying to accept what he had just read.
Damar stood near the table, watching Arelio with a serious expression.
"You've seen it."
Arelio looked at Damar.
"Why did Dad write that name?"
Damar fell silent.
"Because your father was convinced there was a connection between that person and everything that happened."
"But they couldn't."
Arelio shook his head.
"They've always been kind to our family."
Damar sighed.
"Sometimes the hardest person to suspect is the person closest to you."
Those words left Arelio silent.
He didn't like hearing them.
Because in his mind, that person couldn't possibly do anything bad.
"Did Dad have proof?"
Damar nodded.
"He did."
"Where is it?"
Damar pointed to the book in Arelio's hand.
"Arman kept all his evidence in different places."
Arelio frowned.
"Why didn't he keep it in the chest?"
"Because he knew the chest could be found."
"So Dad made several storage places?"
"Yeah."
Arelio looked at the old chest.
All this time, he had thought the chest was the end of his search.
It turned out the chest was only the beginning.
"How many secrets did Dad keep?"
Damar gave a faint smile.
"More than you can imagine."
Arelio closed the notebook.
"I want to see the other evidence."
Damar looked at him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know the risks?"
Arelio nodded.
"I've been involved since I opened the chest."
Damar didn't try to stop him.
He only said quietly,
"All right."
The next day, Damar took Arelio and Raka to a place they had never known about.
A small building on the outskirts of the city.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary storage shed.
But when Damar opened the door, Arelio immediately fell silent.
Inside were countless boxes, books, and old documents.
"This is where your father kept everything."
Arelio walked slowly.
"So this place has been here all along?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't I ever know about it?"
"Because your father wanted you to never have to come here."
Arelio touched an old shelf filled with notes.
Everything in that place felt like a part of his father's life that he had never known.
Damar picked up a small box.
"This is the last one."
Arelio took it.
Inside the box was an old voice recording.
Raka looked at it.
"Can it still be played?"
Damar nodded.
"Your father deliberately kept it."
They searched the room for an old player.
After trying several times, a voice finally came through.
The voice immediately left Arelio speechless.
His father's voice.
"If you're hearing this recording, that means you've found this place."
Arelio covered his mouth.
It had been a long time since he had heard his father's voice.
That voice brought back so many old memories.
"Arelio, I know that one day you'll search for answers."
Arman's voice was calm.
"But I hope you'll never have to."
Arelio listened intently.
"There's someone who has been keeping a huge secret all this time. Someone who has made many things look different from the way they really are."
The recording stopped for a few seconds.
Then his father's voice came through again.
"But don't hate that person right away."
Arelio frowned.
"Why?"
Damar looked confused too.
Arman continued.
"Because sometimes people make mistakes not because they want to destroy everything, but because they feel they have no choice."
Arelio grew even more confused.
If that person really was guilty, why was his father still trying to understand them?
"What you need to find isn't who is at fault."
Arman's voice grew quieter.
"It's who is really controlling everything."
The recording stopped.
The room fell silent.
Raka looked at Arelio.
"So there's someone else?"
Arelio didn't answer.
His thoughts began spinning again.
His father knew something.
Damar knew something.
Bastian knew something.
And now it was possible that the person they suspected wasn't the one truly behind everything.
Damar took a breath.
"There's one more place you need to go."
Arelio turned toward him.
"What place?"
Damar looked at an old photograph hanging on the wall.
The same photograph as the one in the chest.
But this time, Arelio noticed something he hadn't seen before.
There was a small inscription on the back of the photograph.
The name of a place.
"Arman's old house."
Arelio stared at the writing.
"Dad's old house?"
Damar nodded.
"The place where it all began."
Arelio looked back at the recording that had just stopped.
He was beginning to realize it.
The chest didn't hold the end of the story.
The chest was the first door leading to a far greater secret.
And now he had to return to the place where it had all begun.