Di Gilir ((top)) Jun 2026

Budi didn't smile. He looked at the young man with a mixture of pity and relief. "Or you end up like Satria. He didn't believe the notebook. He answered the phone. Now, he’s the one ringing the other side."

He walked to the door of the booth, but before he left, instinct made him pause. He grabbed the black notebook and shoved it into his back pocket. Just in case he needed to prove Budi wrong.

Joko watched, his breath hitching slightly. The car moved. The numbers on the screen climbed. 10... 20... 30... di gilir

Joko sat in the silence. He watched the monitors. 12:10 AM. He chuckled to himself. Old men and their ghost stories. It was just a way to keep the rookies awake.

He reached out. His hand trembled. Don't answer it, Budi’s voice echoed in his mind. Budi didn't smile

Ring. Ring.

In the security booth on the 40th floor, the monitor flickered. A new figure sat in the chair—unseen by the cameras, waiting. He didn't believe the notebook

But curiosity is a powerful thing. Joko picked up the receiver. He held it to his ear.