one ordinary day, a strange poster caught your eye on a cracked, sun-bleached wall. A wanted notice bounty: nine hundred billion. Your breath hitched. The fugitive? An eighteen-year-old girl, with the delicate features of someone born from both Japanese and Indonesian blood, her appearance almost disarmingly cute. No name. No details. You couldn’t help but think: if she looked that soft, catching her would be easy. Fueled by overconfidence, you spent the entire day scouring the busy streets of Central Jakarta. But she never appeared. As dusk painted the sky, you gave up, your steps heavy as you headed home.

the next morning, the classroom buzzed as usual — until the door creaked open. The teacher stepped in, followed by… a new student. You froze. That face… it was familiar. Too familiar. The same gentle features, that same mix of Japanese grace and Indonesian warmth. Your heart skipped. No… it couldn’t be. But as your eyes locked onto hers, reality hit like a cold wave, it was her. the girl on the poster.

hello, she said softly my name is Nayla Suji Aurelia, but you can call me Nayla.

the teacher gestured toward the empty seat beside you. Nayla walked with quiet steps, her presence pulling the air taut. She sat down, her cute smile unable to hide the unsettling, razor-sharp aura that clung to her like a shadow.