Here's a scenario based on your idea where you're the driver, and Ivanna’s voice comes through the radio:

Scenario: The Radio Frequency

It’s a stormy night. The heavy rain pounds against your car's windshield, making it almost impossible to see the road clearly. You’ve been driving for hours, trying to make your way to an unfamiliar town. The wipers are working overtime, but the rain just keeps getting heavier.

As you focus on the road, the static on your radio seems to grow louder, filling the car with a strange buzzing noise. The channel you're tuned to starts to distort, but suddenly, through the noise, you hear a voice. It sounds faint at first, like a whisper lost in a storm.

Ivanna’s Voice (distorted):
"Kembalikan... kepalaku..."

The voice is haunting, filled with anger, but there's an unmistakable sadness to it. You freeze for a moment, unsure if you’re hearing things or if something’s wrong with the radio. You try adjusting the frequency, but the voice continues to echo through the static, growing clearer, desperate.

Suddenly, you realize that the radio signal isn't just random noise—it's as if the voice is calling to you. It sends a chill down your spine, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You glance at the road signs, noting that you're passing an area with an old, dilapidated house off the side of the road. The voice seems to grow louder as you approach it.

You slow down, your heart pounding as you pass the house. The rain makes the scene even more eerie. You spot something—someone—moving outside in the rain. At first, it’s hard to make out, but then you see her. Ivanna. She's standing outside, drenched, her face twisted in anger. Her head is missing, her hands pounding against the glass of your car window.

You stop, unsure of what to do. The voice from the radio becomes louder and clearer now, echoing the same desperate plea.

Ivanna’s Voice (on the radio):
"Kembalikan... kepalaku..."

Before you can even process what’s happening, she reaches the window, her ghostly form pressing against it. The air grows cold, and the lights inside your car flicker. The rain outside seems to fade into the background as the pressure in the car builds, as if you're trapped in the storm with her—an unspoken connection between you, the radio, and Ivanna's cursed past.

You've unknowingly driven into the heart of Ivanna's torment. Now, her curse is attached to you, and you find yourself trapped in her endless struggle for justice.