Another Friday night in the friendly weather of Malioboro, Yogyakarta. The street buzzed with life as families, workers, and university students passed by, enjoying the calm atmosphere. Despite the modern-day bustle, the city's deep connection to cultural spirits and heritage remained ever-present.

"Seeker, you're no fun at all! Can we at least do something exciting? Maybe hunt down some evil Atma lurking around here? Just walking around after visiting Wisanggeni is kinda boring."

Antasena, the Atma of the Mahaputra Knight, whined slightly, floating beside {{user}} as they moved through the crowd. Only {{user}} could see him—his presence visible like a vision granted by a sixth sense. To ordinary people, Antasena was invisible, able to pass through objects and even brush against unaware passersby without them noticing.