The red line office on the third floor of the hospital has changed. What was once a gloomy warehouse room is now an organized operating center. The white blackboard is full of case flow diagrams, location photos, and notes about various entities. The shelves contain Pak Daru's inheritance books, bottles containing protective concoctions, and EMF monitoring equipment installed by Anton.
Bimo looked at the report on his computer screen. It was an email from the local police who asked for consultation about a series of strange events in an old school in the Palmerah area. The report mentions the sound of crying at night, the window that broke itself, and two night guards who resigned because of having an identical nightmare of a woman dressed in a colonial era.
"A new case," Bimo said, turning his chair. "School in Palmerah. Most likely the ghost residive, poltergeist, or something worse."
Riani raised her head from her design table. "I've heard about that place. He said really haunted. Want to do it?"
"We have to check it," Bimo answered. "But this feels different. The police usually do not care about the haunted place. They mention specific nightmares and the same. That is a sign of active intervention, not just a ghost that roams."
Anton entered the room, carrying some food bags. "What's different?" he asked while putting food on the table.
"The ghost case in the Palmerah school," Riani explained while taking a bag.
Anton frowned. "Palmerah? Wait. It hears familiar." He walked quickly to their file cabinet and pulled a map labeled "Daru - The project was not finished". He opened it and took out a piece of old graffiti paper. "I don't believe it. It's him."
Bimo took the paper. That is Pak Daru's hand record that is not neat. On it says "Victoria School - Palmerah". Underneath there is a school floor plan diagram and a note: "*Nexus minor location. Repeated activity - Women's entity (Maria V.?). Allegedly strongly related to major relics. Security is needed.*"
"Major's relics?" Riani asked, reading from behind Bimo's shoulder.
"Pak Daru once talked about that," Bimo said, trying to remember. "He said there are certain objects that have a very strong spiritual appeal. Can be a magnet for the entity, or even become a source of strength for them. If there are major relics at the school, it can explain why their activities are so intense and why the police finally intervene."
"Then what's the plan?" Anton asked. "Let's go and see?"
"We must be better prepared," Bimo said. "If this is indeed related to relics, we cannot just come and burn the ghost. We must find the object and secure it before the eye cult is closed or other people who know it try to take it."
Meak spent the rest of the day studying Mr. Daru's record of Victoria's school. His notes were fragmented and full of code, but they managed to collect some key information: the entity was allegedly Maria Van Dijk, a teacher from the Dutch era who died tragically at the school. Pak Daru suspects that his legacy, perhaps a necklace or diary, has become damned and strengthened his presence.
The next day, they went to school during the day. The principal, a middle -aged woman who looked nervous, welcomed them in her room.
"Thank you for coming," he said. "I don't believe in ghosts, but ... what happened here is out of control. Two of my staff are on leave due to trauma."
"Can we see around?" Bimo asked.
"Of course. But be careful. The building is old."
Geak around. The school is indeed old, with high hallways and big windows. The atmosphere is generally calm, but Bimo and Riani can feel the pressure in the air - a sad and angry energy that is restrained.
"It's here," Riani whispered, feeling the vibration. "But scattered. Like ... waiting."
Bimo nodded. His eyes swept the hall. He can see old emotional energy stains on the wall, such as scars, but there is no clear appearance. He did not see an unusual red line either. That's strange.
Rest to a door locked at the end of the hall. A small plaque that reads "archives" depends on it.
"This room is always locked," said the principal. "The key was missing years ago. He said the Dutch teacher's room."
Bimo put his hand on the wooden door. He can feel the most powerful energy from here. Cold and spinning.
"We have to enter here," Bimo said.
"But the key ..." Protested the Principal.
Bimo took out a small screwdriver from his pocket. With a quick movement and a little heat energy he focused on the inside of the keyhole, he pushed it. A * click * heard, and the door opened.
The principal gasped. "How are you ...?"
"Special expertise," Anton said quickly, interrupting.
The room in it is dark and dusty. Old paper files are scattered everywhere. In the corner, there is an old table and a wooden chair. On the table, open and covered in dust, lying a thick leather diary.
Bimo approached the table. The energy is very strong here, almost making him nauseous. He looked at the chair. Slowly, a form begins to appear. A woman with a shabby colonial era of sitting sitting there, staring blankly ahead. He is not aggressive. He just looks ... broken.
"Here it is," Bimo whispered to Riani.
Riani nodded, she could also see her silhouette now.
"Maria van Dijk?" Bimo asked the appearance.
The appearance raised his head slowly. His eyes were empty. "He left," he whispered, his voice was like a wind rustling through dry leaves. "He left me here."
"Who left?" Bimo asked softly.
"Everything," answered the ghost. "And I can't go. I am bound. On memories. In sin."
Bimo looked down. From the ghost chest, a jet black thread is not connected to another world, but is bound to a diary on the table.
"That's it," Bimo said. "The diary is his legacy. He is tied to him by a strong regret or trauma."
"So we take the book and we bring it?" Anton asked.
"It's not that easy," Bimo answered. "If we just take it, we can decide on the rest of his consciousness or instead make him even more angry. We must release the bond first."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the hallway. Not the principal's steps.
"Someone came," hissed Riani.
Three strangers appeared at the door. They were dressed in plain, but Bimo could see a small symbol of the closed eyes pinned on the collar of one of them.
"Damn," Anton cursed. "They are here."
The front person, a muscular man with a cold face, smiling. "We hear an interesting activity here. Thank you for finding the relics for us. We will take it from here."
Bimo stood between them and the table. "You won't touch it."
"We don't want problems," the man said. "We just want that thing. Leave it, and we will leave."
"Don't believe them," Riani whispered. "I can feel their evil intentions."
Maria Van Dijk's ghost suddenly became restless. The presence of strangers disturbed his calm. Energy in the room becomes heavy.
"He doesn't like them," Bimo said.
The man pulled out a ritual knife from behind his jacket. "Then, we will take it by force."
Two others issued a similar weapon. They began to spread, around Bimo and others.
"Anton, take care of the principal!" Bimo's command.
Anton pulled a frightened school principal to a safe corner.
Riani raised her hand, creating a quick illusion: the sound of the foot of many people from the hall, as if the police came. The intruders stopped for a moment, looking back.
That is the opportunity that Bimo needs. He did not attack the intruders. He turned to Maria's ghost.
"Maria!" he called. "They want to take your book! They want to use your suffering for evil things! You have to let go!"
The ghost looked at him, and for a moment, there was a flash of consciousness in his eyes. "Let go?"
"Yes! Let go of your memories! Let go of your pain! That's the only way you are free!"
The intruders were aware that they were cheated. They crashed forward.
"Hold them, Ri!" Bimo shouted.
Riani mobilized all his abilities. He created a wall of thick smoke illusion among the intruders and tables, buying time for Bimo.
Bimo crouched in front of the ghost, even though he knew it was energy, not physical. "Listen to me. I can burn this book and free you. But I need your permission. You must want to let go."
The ghost looked at the diary, then the intruders tried to break through Riani's illusion. His ghost face wrinkled in fear and anger.
"They ... like before," he whispered. "Those who hurt me ..."
"Their opponent!" Urged Bimo. "By letting me free you!"
Suddenly, Maria's ghost screamed. It was the screams of anger and liberation that were restrained for decades. He raised his transparent hands, and all the energy in the room was attracted at him.
The intruders were thrown back by a sudden psychological energy wave, hit the wall.
The diary on the table began to vibrate violently.
"Now, Bimo!" Riani shouted, holding back her illusion.
Bimo held out his hand and touched the diary. The pure white fire was burning, but did not burn the paper. The fire enveloped the book, burning the remnants of regret and trauma that bind Maria to this world.
The ghost screams changed, from anger to relief, then faded to the final whisper. "Thank You..."
Together with his faded voice, the appearance also disappeared. The diary stops vibrating. The fire around Bimo was extinguished, leaving the book intact, but now it feels ... ordinary. Only an old object.
The intruders began to rise, but their enthusiasm was broken. Without energy relics to be utilized, and without a surprise element, they are outnumbered. They saw Bimo standing with the fire still blinking in his hand, and decided to escape, following the hallway out.
"Should we pursue them?" Anton asked.
"Leave it," Bimo said, lifting a diary that was not dangerous. "We get what we want. And the police must have caught them outside."
He's right. After calling before, Dr. Maya has sent police. The three intruders were arrested at the exit of the school.
The principal, still gasped, approached Bimo. "What ... what happened? Is it finished?"
"For now, yes," Bimo answered. "The ghost is gone. But we will bring this book to be secured. That's the source of the problem."
They returned to the red line office with the diary. After checking it, they did not find a spell or curse. It only contains the writing of a woman who is very lonely and desperate. Its strength comes from the intensity of the emotions trapped in it for decades.
"This is like what Mr. Daru worried," Bimo said, closing the diary. "Objects like this are magnets for evil forces. Closed eye cult must be collecting them."
"So there are more out there?" asked Riani.
Bimo nodded, opening the "project unfinished" map "Mr. Daru. In it, there is a list of more than twenty locations and names of objects suspected of being a major legacy.
"They are hunting," Bimo said. "And now, we also have to hunt. We must find these things before they fall into the wrong hands."
He looked at the Jakarta map filled with red pin.
"The next battle begins. Not against ghosts, but against time."