Maya’s hands trembled. She had interviewed Ibu Dewi once. The woman had talked about her late husband, a session musician who had taught her to sing Dangdut to fight her loneliness.

The news network wanted scandal. They wanted a mystery solved.

As the last note faded, the crowd chanted for an encore. But Rindu walked to the edge of the stage, leaned down, and pulled off the balaclava.

Maya put her phone away. She didn’t record. Instead, she walked up to Ibu Dewi—no, Rindu —and held up the teak guitar pick.

Rindu had handed it to her three months ago. No one knew that.