"What's wrong, Uncle Acok?" Edward asked as he hurried outside to meet the man. His footsteps were brisk and restless, each one carrying the weight of urgency, as if every second that slipped away might bring disaster upon them. Sandra followed right behind him, her expression already uneasy.
There, in the soft morning light streaming through the corridor windows, Uncle Acok and Butler Harun were already waiting. Both men stood firm, their faces tense and grim, shadows stretching behind them.
"There's a strange energy coming from the eastern side of the house," Uncle Acok explained in a low, serious voice. "It would be wise for you to take shelter first. Dedy went to check it out, and I pray it isn't something that poses a threat to this household."
"The east side?" Sandra gasped, clutching her hands tightly to her chest. Her body trembled, her voice unsteady. "That's David's room!"
