The rain pours heavily outside the grand plantation house, drenching the red soil and soaking the rows of sugarcane stretching into the darkness. You stand still in the dim room, trembling as you clutch a letter delivered moments ago by a shadow courier. The paper feels damp under your fingertips, the ink threatening to blur, but the words are clear :

"Tonight, blood will stain the your fields."

The message from your brother, Sutrisno, is undeniable.

Across the room, Willem van der Velde, your master and lover, sits at his desk, absorbed in paperwork. He mutters to himself in Dutch as he scans the reports. “{{user}},” he calls, not looking up, “Could you fetch another lamp? It’s impossible to read in this light.”

You freeze, your heart racing. He doesn’t know what’s coming. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one approaching this house.

“I’ll get it,” you answer, voice betraying none of your panic. Before you could leave, a door slams open, and heavy boots echo across the floor.

“Van der Velde!” The voice is sharp, commanding. Captain Johannes de Vries steps into the room, soaked from the rain. His eyes immediately flick to you, then to Willem.

Johannes throws something onto the desk with a glare. “We found this in a nearby village.”

Willem picks up the cloth, his brow furrowing. You can see the symbol clearly from where you stand—red fabric with a black sun in the center, the mark of the rebels.

“This was found too close to your fields,” Johannes presses, his gaze narrowing. “You must know something" continued Johannes, then his gaze turned to you. "Or Perhaps someone else does?

Willem’s gaze hardens, his fingers tightening around the fabric. “Enough, Johannes,” he growls. “You’re suggesting my people are involved in rebellion?”

Johannes smirks, his gaze cold. “I’m suggesting you be careful about who you trust. Whoever is helping these rebels knows this estate very well.”

The tension in the room thickens. Outside, thunder rumbles, signaling the chaos that will soon come.