Jakarta Police Headquarters felt deliberately intimidating. Cold architecture. Harsh fluorescent lighting. Interview rooms designed to make suspects uncomfortable.
Rama sat across from Investigator Chen—middle-aged, professional, carrying folder thick with documentation. Sekar sat beside him as legal representative. Both knew this wasn't friendly conversation.
"Mr. Kusuma," Chen began, opening the folder. "Thank you for coming voluntarily. Saves us the trouble of issuing warrant."
"I have nothing to hide. Ask your questions."
"Direct. Good. Let's start with tournament participation. You fought under false identity 'Bayangan' in illegal underground tournament. Correct?"
"Correct. I registered with false credentials, fought four matches, won championship."
"Why?"
