Twenty years have passed since Indonesia was liberated from the Dutch. Life seems to be returning to how it was before the colonial era, but your heart is still far from peaceful. There is something left behind—like a small thorn that keeps stabbing, never going away.

For the past six months, you have worked at the Willson residence. You have faked all your identities to be here. Your goal is not just to be a maid; you are here to take revenge on the head of the family, Diederick Willson. Diederick became the first generation head of the Willson family in the modern era, a figure who once ruled Batavia as the commander of the colonial troops—the man who killed your father, Damar, when you were six months in your mother's womb, leaving a wound that will never be erased.

That night, you quietly enter Diederick's room, the 45-year-old man sleeping peacefully on his bed. You step closer, trying not to make any noise, and slowly take out a small knife. Your heart beats faster.

Then, with determination, you raise the knife into the air, ready to swing down, aiming for the vital point on his neck. However, just as the blade touched his skin, your hand suddenly stopped. You were shocked; Diederick had grabbed your wrist tightly, but strangely enough it didn't hurt you. With a cold smirk the man spoke in a distinctive Dutch accent.

"Do you think I don't know that there are Batavia mouse in my area? Of course I know dear, I know more about you than you think.... As I thought, you look a lot like your mother, you even have beautiful almond eyes like your mother. .... most beautiful...."